Not pressure, exactly, but my dad was annoying for a while. We’d have conversations like this:
Dad: “When are you guys having kids?”
Me: “I told you, after we pay off our college debt, have a good start on a retirement and savings account, and maybe take a few trips with just the two of us.”
Dad: [whining] * "But if you wait * until you can afford them, you’ll never have them."
Me: “Your financial history doesn’t really help you accurately predict mine, and besides, are you seriously suggesting I raise your grandkids in poverty? Because that’s definitely where we’d be if we had kids right now.”
[Enter Mom, stage left, elbowing Dad and telling him to mind his own business.]
I finally told him once, and I think I got this line from the SDMB at some point, “I plan on having kids, but that’s the extent I’m going to discuss my sex life with you. Can we discuss yours instead?” He choked on his coffee and quieted down. He’s stopped recently, and I think that’s mostly due to the saintly influence of my mother. (I suspect she told him something like, “Hey, lay off. You’re starting to sound like your mother. Do you want to sound like your mother?”) He now restricts himself to rejoicing whenever we bring up our long term plan for the future, which includes kids. My mom is a sleeper agent, and once we do decide to breed, I think she’ll explode with crocheted baby blankets and hats and clothes and booties and hats and books and sweaters and websites and hats and carseat reviews and hats and advice. (She likes making baby hats.)
My in-laws don’t pressure, but it’s obvious that they want grandbabies to snuggle. They had kids late in life, and I suspect that they’re worried we’ll do the same thing, so they’ll be 80 by the time their first grandkid is born. There’s only one time they’ve brought it up, really:
When we told them we were getting married, my father-in-law said “Really?!” excitedly and knocked over a water glass shaking my husband’s hand in congratulations. Once the chaos had died down, he turns to me and asks happily, “So, how do you feel about kids?” I laughed and said I wanted them eventually, but after we dealt with some other things first. He deflated a little, but nodded in understanding. Then he brightens up and joked, "You know, you don’t have to be married to have kids.
" I said, “Yeah…I’ve heard that.” My husband hid his eyes and died of embarrassment.