This might come as a surprise, but I don't really like kids. When Andy and I first moved to Tacoma, we would be super bummed out if we met a cool couple with young kids. Andy is actually great with children, but me, I don't know what the heck to do with them. Now that we have our own little nugget on the way, I look at kids differently; I'm constantly in observation mode and mentally taking notes. What I've realized is that I don't mind babies so much, it's the toddler through early elementary school age that I watch with fear and trembling.
This week Andy and I had lunch with two couples...both had 3 kids between the ages of 1 and 5. (Thank God kid's don't pop out at the age of 3...scary). The pre-pregnant me would have been super annoyed at the chaos and constant interruptions; the pregnant me has a lot more grace and respect for parents with young kids. I guess parents eventually get used to eating their food cold because they've fed and/or chased their kids around, while they simultaneously clean up after and/or reprimand their children during meal times. I was eating my dessert when both parents started taking their first bites of their meals.
The amount of energy that children have is just beyond me--I now see the benefits of having children while you're young. I'm going to be 34 when baby girl arrives...Lord help me. Seriously, all you parents out there, I have mucho respect and admiration for what you do. But no, I still won't babysit.