I wanted three kids. We planned on having three kids from engagement. (We wanted to have a SAHP. So it took 5 years of planning to be assured we could live on one income for the next 20+ years).
We could handle three kids...although #3 was rough going for the first almost 4 years of her life. She was up every two hours at night for 13 months. Had to be touching us/me to sleep. 3.5-3.75 was real fun. When she got really upset, she'd glare at you, drop her drawers, and pee on the floor. From 1-3, we had at least 3 fights daily getting her into the car seat. Sometimes, I had to physically restrain her while clipping her in. She was high needs/stubborn as all hell.
(Thankfully, she has grown out of much of it. She is quite a delightful 12 year old. She just got back from a week of scout camp, and the scoutmaster complemented us on her leadership skills. She also does martial arts and her teachers there totally love her).
I was 29, 32, and 36 when I had them.
We were absolutely done after #3.
And then, haha. We had our oops at 42. I was not happy about being pregnant. She was our old age, infertility and birth control fail. (Normally I don't ovulate unless I'm on meds. my third kid was an IUI+injectables kid). On top of it, I just found out my husband relapsed when I found out I was pregnant. Ending the pregnancy was a strong consideration. I couldn't do it, as my last statistically should not exist.
DH got snipped after #4.
My pregnancy at 42 wasn't awful. I mean. I wasn't in my 20s, but it wasn't like going through cancer treatment. I bounced back pretty quickly. It took me like 2 months to remember to bring along a diaper bag when we went out. The loss of freedom is temporary. My youngest is 6, and we definitely have more freedom now. And also we lost freedom because of Covid Lock-downs. So. there's that, too.
Being part of the sandwich generation is no joke. My 2021 was downright awful. We were deep in covid lockdown. Working full time, monitoring 3 kids doing online school with a 2/3 year old under foot. I lost a parent, and then 6 weeks later after my parent died, I was diagnosed and treated for breast cancer. That was *a lot* to handle at 45.
I'm still not fully recovered from all of that.
I don't worry about our impact on the climate. Our general footprint is small. I mean, I use one tank of gas a month. We're still using old hand-me down furniture in our house. I really have nothing of value other than my wedding ring and my 9 year old car. We have two tvs in the house. You get the idea.