I'm not really concerned about this. I think the people like myself who really want to have babies are going to have babies one way or another. And it's not a

I'm not really concerned about this. I think the people like myself who really want to have babies are going to have babies one way or another. And it's not a question of "is it right" that they have more, or less, or quite the same stuff that I grew up with -- I didn't grow up with much, and I have even less now than I did then in some important senses, but I love life all the same if not more and I think my kids will too. And I even think this would be true regardless of whether we were living together in a cramped apartment in the inner city together or a big mansion out in the suburbs. An apartment looks twice as big when you're half the size of an adult. What matters is whether the kids feel like they're loved and cherished and desired, desired to be there, desired to be part of the family. In my darker moments I wonder if perhaps, when I was younger and less keen on having kids myself, it was because I was myself missing so desperately that last part. But I found it in the arms of my beloved, and I think there are many like me.