I was an accident. My parents weren’t going to have kids. They both hate kids. I was the 2% birth control failure. My mom considered having an abortion. (I have friends that are horrified that I know this.) When she told me this, she told me that in the hospital they put me in her arms and right then she realized she would happily murder anyone who tried to take me from her. So what that they didn’t want some non-descript concept of a child. They most certainly wanted me. They just had to meet me first.
They still hate kids. They just love their own.
Maybe it’s me. I just don’t get why people who are obviously loved by their parents get complexes over this stuff. The idea of expecting ones parents to specifically plan you is only about a generation old.
My dad told me I was planned and my mom told me I was an accident. Which do you think I believe? :dubious:
Seriously, though, it never bothered me. It didn’t matter to me whether they planned to have a child in the first place if they ended up really liking me when I was born, which I’m about 70% sure they did!
I’m rather curious, since my mom says I was unplanned, but once in private she vaguely inferred she ‘oopsed’ my dad. So, uh, maybe unplanned is the official saying? But then again, my parents are fairly laidback with the parenting thing. My mom was 38 when I was born, so she was offered amnio, and turned it down saying ‘What comes, comes. Nothing I can do about it now!’
I’m a bit intrigued, both sides of my family are Catholic but my mom acts like taking birth control in the 60s and 70s was just something normal for her. Maybe my grandparents didn’t know. I’m sure my brother was planned, he was born after 9 years of marriage and a conscious decision to go off the Pill.
I was planned; my younger brother wasn’t. Again - unplanned but very wanted. My mom had to be on fertility drugs to get pregnant with me, so despite the fact that they really wanted more children, they weren’t exactly expecting any, and they certainly weren’t expecting for my mom to get pregnant when I was only a little over a year old.
It really never came up, since we know they would have gone through fertility treatments again to have a second child - they just got one a little earlier and more easily than they planned! If my brother and I had been the types to tease each other about such things, he could have cast it up to me that they had to go through all sorts of trouble to have me, while he was the easy and nice one!
But then again, my parents are fairly laidback with the parenting thing. My mom was 38 when I was born, so she was offered amnio, and turned it down saying ‘What comes, comes. Nothing I can do about it now!’