Hoookay, so now I’m wondering which of my co-workers raspberry_hunter is, because those are all the reasons I give my work acquaintances for not wanting kids…
In reality, it is a little different for me and my husband. While all of what R_H said is true for me, I truly don’t want kids for two basic reasons:
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A really bitching phobia of medical institutions and doctors.
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Bad childhood experiences - My mom… lets just say she’s not very good with stress, which is like 98.7% of parenting.
Logically speaking, I’m pretty sure I’d be a good mom, I like the idea of kids, and I (due to the whole bad childhood thing) already have lots of experience as the primary caretaker of infants and children. If I could do it at 13, then I can damn sure do it at 30.
That whole emotional-mental block is pretty tough tho. If I were on my own, or with a partner that didn’t give a shit about kids, I’d just be happily traumatized, keep it all unresolved, and just not have any kids, saving myself lots of money, effort, and therapy.
But… he wants to be a parent. Badly. And his family is awesome, and my mom is less horrible now that I’m an adult and can deal with her shit, and if I’m being honest, “unresolved PTSD” really is a lame reason for not having kids.
So I’m working through things, slowly. We may never get to the point that I’m ok with having kids, but I am honestly trying, and that’s all he’s asking of me. I actually do hope that I get my ducks in a row before my eggs dry up (hows that for a barnyard metaphor) because I think he’d be an awesome dad, and we’d have super-genius kids. 
(And for the curious, he knew this about me before we married - hell, before we started dating - and was totally ok with it. We were both painfully honest, and we cried a lot, and decided that we loved each other enough that we’d work something out together.)