Through my teens I HATED other people's kids. The screaming, yelling, smelly, out of control, undisciplined, unruly, dirty, sticky, little monsters, controlling Mommy and Daddy with some form of odd mind control. Then I got a girlfriend pregnant.... The pregnancy never naturally formed and self terminated. We ended up getting married a few months late anyhow, planned before the pregnancy. Anyhow the wife is obsessed with having the baby she lost, I'm ok with not having one for a few years to get financially stable and for all the reasons I listed above. I lose. Now having 2 sons, I can't think of ever not having them. They do change your existence. And I can say, my sons were never like the list of thing I hated about others's children. Ok, occasionally sticky, but none of the other things.