As I've been thinking about this today, I've been trying to pin down a reason why, but I think it might be a multitude of reasons.
It's gross. There's blood and fat and slime and a wrinkled... thing covered in a mess is the product. There's pain and swelling and overeating. Lots of pain.
There's attention whoring and the entire incapability to talk about anything but your pregnancy or baby. Like everyone needs to know that your baby is special for some reason, when it's not. It's special TO YOU. Not to everyone else.
I don't like the idea of something being inside of me. This is actually probably a big part of it, because it also contributed to why I had an aversion to sex for so many years. I have a bubble of personal space that I only let people into on my terms. A baby is invasive. It takes over its host and controls your life while it exists. It feeds off you. It's alien to me, and I don't want it anywhere near my personal bubble.
I also have my own personal beliefs about reproduction and parents. I think there are too many people in the world already. I think it's kind of selfish and impractical to have children just for the sake of having children. People have children all the time without first making sure that they're prepared to raise the kid right.
I've often wished before that I hadn't been born. I wish my parents had chosen not to have me, because they should not have had children when they can't raise them right. And if I were to ever have a child of my own, I would hate to force that feeling or life upon them just because that's what I want. Because life is miserable, and I kind of feel like I really wouldn't wish it on anyone. Life sucks. Why would I ever want to put someone through it?
And I don't like kids because they're squishy and clammy and sticky and full of poop and pee that I would have to clean if I had my own. They're gross too, and because I don't find them "cute" in the way most people seem to, there isn't much that makes all of that redeemable. They're loud and gross and ugly and annoying. I don't like them.
And that's pretty much all of what crosses my mind when I think about pregnancy or babies. I don't feel any sort of "warm glow" or neediness or aching for love. I feel revulsion. I feel sick. I don't want it and don't need it.
That's about it.