I had a plan. Get an accounting degree in GA. Continue working at my beloved job teaching accounting and other business classes at a college in GA. Get a law degree in GA. Work as state court prosecutor in GA for 2-3 years. Move to federal courts and prosecute cases involving homicides, kidnappings, missing kids, RICO, in GA. Somewhere in there, get married in GA, and have one child. Child will have nanny 4 hours a day (afternoon) and husband and I will work around that, in GA.
Instead, got married to someone who moved to Boston. Went to law school in Boston. No jobs for prosecutors - at the time, big firms were offering their lawyers (for courtroom experience) and paying them. Got a job as lawyer. Decided to get a divorce and spent months getting in top physical condition (20+ hours/week).
By now, I was getting pretty old, so decided to chance one round of IVF. Ended up pregnant with triplets, born 3 mos premature when I was 37. Career gone, basically. Divorce no longer considered. Double that when child #4 was born 1.5 years later - her nickname in utero was Tumor Surprise (after a recipe called Tuna Surprise) because I didn't realize I could be pregnant until I was 15 weeks along. I thought I had cancer (hence the tumor).
I became a housewife who tried to work (but it was nearly impossible since I had to wait until the kids were in bed and asleep). Practicing law is time-consuming and I had to use my sleep time. Started a business, wanted to expand into taking credit cards. Husband wouldn't help me do that (I had no credit or assets in my name) and said it was a very bad idea. So I closed the business, and he started it up again nearly right away. I refused to work for him.
If I hear, "God laughs while you are busy making other plans", ever again, I will consider violence. Nearly everyone laughed when they heard I was pregnant with triplets, and even more when I was pregnant with my daughter. It was so ironic, I guess. I had just spent years working full-time (55 hours/week) and going to school full-time, to meet my goals.
The chance of any pregnancy via IVF after one try was way less than 50%, and I desperately wanted a child (always have, since age 6). The chance of my having a triplet pregnancy, with babies born viable was less than 1%. This according to the docs at the IVF clinic in Boston.
Seriously, I don't think I was the ideal person to be a full-time homemaker with 4 kids and no supportive people to help, with no social life, no time to read, etc. I wanted my career and that one child. Now I sometimes wonder what it would be like to have one child for a first baby. I imagine it would be a lot more fun to have time to pay attention to just one baby.
My cousin and her husband have been raising their triplets (+1 older, and now 1 younger) while working full-time. They had help from family - lots of support there, a fully involved family, too -- and both parents were fully involved in parenting and household management/chores. I'd say my cousin is an ideal person to have 5 boys. Not that the couple had it easy, just they were more organized and more chill about it.