Aye, I was being to a degree sarcastic - though I expected Syberia and Lexite to jump on my ass for it. Assuming I ever get my head sorted out (I don't think kids need a mother prone to spells of severe clinical depression - though my partner has said he'd take primary responsibility for care in such an event) and think I'll be a good parent, and I'm with someone that wants kids, I don't see why not. I don't think I'd like to go through the childbirth thing though, that's just icky. Brr.
I would like to foster, though. As I've said before, I see no value imprinting my genes on the world - if mental health issues really do run in families I've two bipolar grandparents and the other two are clinically depressed; three depressive aunts/uncles (and one bipolar auntie) - you can trace head cooties back in my family on both sides as far as you can go (there was a worrying trend of every other great-grandfather killing himself for about 80 years, on my mother's side). On top of this, the man I expect to settle down with is bipolar himself. Kid would be fucked from the start.
Having said all that, I think I'd be quite a good mother. I have a lot to offer a child; I am smart, occasionally quite funny and capable of loving unconditionally (unlike my own mother, who really should never've had kids).
..Do I want a kid now? No. I'm nineteen and going to uni this year. I've watched my parents raise children much younger than me and I don't like it at all, the thought of all the loss of spontaneity that comes with children. I'm selfish. I don't want that much responsibility, the thought of it makes me wet myself in fear a bit. I've got so much to do - bachelors, phd, going out and getting absolutely plastered every night, finding my first major job and my own house. Couldn't deal with a kid right now, it's an awful, awful thought.
Is that selfish? Sure. But I actually think it's much less selfish than sometime last year, when I was desperate to get pregnant (don't ask. hormones), and, yes, much less selfish than a friend of mine who has had two children at 18. She's a lovely person and a wonderful mother, but those kids don't have much of a chance at life.
As to fostering, I like the thought of doing something that will make a difference. Something vaguely altruistic with my life.
Oh, and, Syberia - no, I'd not be allowed to foster - mental health issues aside they've started banning smokers. Idiots.
And, though it's pointless saying this, Lexite - I have no effing idea why my cat is fat. She gets fed two small meals morning and night. The neighbours were also feeding her for a while (fuckers that they are), but I think they've stopped doing that now. She's just tubby. She's not, like, super fat - I've seen really fat cats and cats that have their fat dragging from their stomach onto the floor. She's not like that, she's just built like, well.. a cube..