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I had my first at 35, second at 39 (last year).

My only "regret" was I didn't have them sooner so that I'd have more energy and drive. But, in reality, it wouldn't be the same and I'd have other regrets if so.

I never wanted kids. Why bring more people to this shit show, you know? So I just focused on my work and having a good time.

But my better half always wanted kids and we've been together for years.

One day, while on vacation, I get the news that the project I was working on remotely had been pulled and the whole team is out of a job. That's when it hit me: fuck it.

And so we did.

Financially, I'm borderline poor. Mentally, I'm beat. Physically, I'm useless. Parenting is the hardest thing (being a tourist is easy). It's the epitomy of paranoia. It's like extreme sports for the mind.