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Originally Posted by MolsonExport
I was 36/38 for my son's/daughter's births. It didn't seem that old at the time, but now I am 50, and I am sure glad that I didn't wait longer. Then again, I only met my (now) wife when I was 34 (she was 29).
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I was 38/40 for my two kids, and while I feel ever so blessed that we were able to squeak in two happy and healthy babies before it got too late, it's definitely a touch older than I would have ideally planned.
However, similar to you, I didn't even meet my wife until I was 35 (she was 32), so it was what it was. 1 year of dating, 1 year of engagement, then several months of trying + nine months of pregnancy, and our first child was born 2 days after the 3rd anniversary of me and my wife's very first date.
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Originally Posted by MolsonExport
A hundred years ago, couples regularly had 4-8 kids when they were crammed in squalid tenements. Just sayin'
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You don't even have to go back that far. Both of my parents are 1 of 6, and while they didn't grow up in squalid tenements, they were both raised in humble little bungalow belt houses with 3 bedrooms: one for mom & dad, one for the sisters, and one for the brothers. And all 8 of them somehow managed to share a single bathroom. That's just how a shitload of families (even middle class ones) rolled in those days, and no one batted an eye-lash about 3 or 4 kids sharing a single bedroom via bunk beds.