I don't remember sitting down and deciding not to have kids. It's just that we never sat down and decided to have kids. (And, really, given what a responsibility it is, you mommies should have to fill out some paperwork answering at least that question: "Why did you decide to have kids?")
Now, if your question is, "Why didn't you follow the natural course of things and be filled with a desire to have kids like normal women?" I'd have to answer that I don't have the slightest idea. I don't remember ever wanting to have kids. I don't think Gary ever did, at least he claims not to.
Just as well, since I'd be a pretty bad parent. I just don't "get" kids.
I sat down next to Hot Mom one day at work. "What's that black and white photo?" I asked.
"Oh, that's my ultrasound."
"Is that a head?" I asked, thrilled not so much that a baby was on the way but that I had been able to decipher a baby ultrasound.
"Then whats that?" I asked, pointing to a similar white mass.
"That's a head," she stated matter-of-factly.
I looked at her in horror for a moment. She was pretty calm for a woman having a two-headed baby.
I visited my friends Carol and Dave at their apartment about a month after they had their very colicky baby. Oh, my word. She screamed the way a human screams when it doesn't know you can hurt yourself screaming that way. Eventually she stopped screaming, and we had a nice afternoon. Carol suggested we go out for dinner. "Sure," I said.
Dave and Carol started packing up baby stuff.
"Oh," I asked politely, "The baby's coming too?"
Yeah. Babies. I don't get them. Do I have to?