I have only ever wanted to have children with two men. The first one I really loved, and the one I'm going to marry. Two other men have asked me if someday we could conceive together. They thought I'd make a good mother, and one thought I'd help him make taller children. He said his family was getting shorter and shorter. I decided he was clearly carrying the genes for batshit-crazy and never dignified his questions with any answers. The other I actually told I would consider it if I was single when I was ready to be a mother. He's organized, loving, diligent, responsible, protective, nurturing and several other things which would make for a great father. (Plus he's a good lay. ) Now, if he ever just wants to borrow my eggs and my womb I'd think about it, and run it past my man.
When I choose a man for a LTR, I choose one who seems like he'd be able to run a household well. I choose one who can take care of himself, and me, but who will let me take care of him anyway. I look for qualities which turn out to also be good qualities for a man with whom I'd have children. I do wonder, when I am making love to my fiance what our family will be like, how fast they'll grow (we're both tall), how much dental work they'll need, how difficult it will be to keep them looking neat in public (my hair eats combs for breakfast and lunch. For suppper it inds weak children.). I wonder how healthy they'll be, if they'll inherit the syndrome I inherited from my mother, and if our vastly different appearances will cause them to be exotic beauties, or to appear awkwardly constructed. I imagine them to be big, strong, and healthy like their father, high energy, and beautiful. I imagine them to be disciplined and respectful, and to have that glimmer f secret mischief we both seem to have in our eyes. These are thoughts only romantic love could inspire from me. Even though I was willing to consider someday having children with my friend, I never tried to imagine them, I never actively wanted them like I do with my fiance.