I try pretty often to envision myself as a parent, and I just can't do it. The whole enterprise seems horrifying. Being pregnant, giving birth, and then making the life changes to raise a child - it all seems like a scary movie.
I know the pluses - the love you feel for a child, how rewarding it is to be a parent, etc. Friends who are parents tell me all the time that all the bad is just so outweighed by the good. But I feel terrible for them when I see them being limited, not being able to go out, stay out, live their normal lives because there's a miniature human being at home demanding their attention. Ugh. I respect them so much for being giving, nurturing individuals. I don't see myself as un-giving or un-nurturing (I know those aren't words), but I also really don't see myself as a parent. Wes wants children (one day, in the far future) IN THEORY, but in practice, I don't know if we'll reach a point of being willing to do what it takes - I don't know that it will ever truly appeal to us. In the meantime, we have other people's kids to love, and that's perfectly OK with me.
On a last note, here are a few of the things about pregnancy that make me want to adopt if we ever do decide to be parents: http://www.cracked.com/article_19298_7-terrifying-things-they-dont-tell-you-about-pregnancy.html
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