The conversation about having children came up once with my son’s biological father (in the abstract sense, clearly not in the having-them-together sense). At the time, I was pretty adamant that I had no desire to be a mother. I distinctly remember him telling me, “Just watch, in 10 years you’ll be a soccer mom.” I remember it so well, because I was highly offended at the time.
Well. It’s 10 years later. And I’m afraid he might have been right.