Ever since I've been married- no, actually even before that- I've been ready to have kids. It's been a long, slow battle with my husband, and many hormone-induced tearful nights getting to the point where we agreed to start the process. For about 6 months now, we (that is to say, I, with his grudging permission) have laid careful plans as to EXACTLY WHEN we would get pregnant and have a baby. I even stopped taking birth control a couple of months in advance to make absolutely sure me and my body were on the same page.
And of course, one month before we were supposed to start this process (TMI?), I'm starting to realize that A) I'm very much not ready to be a mom, and 2) I'm quite happy to NOT be a mom for a while yet. I'm not sure if it's getting my baby fix at work, or my husband finally convincing me after almost 2 years, but I'm ok now with sleeping whenever I want, having my body to myself, and being able to get ready to go places in less than 15 minutes. In fact, where I used to be baby-obsessed, I now am "mildly interested." Where I used to crave to hold any baby, anytime, I'm ok with letting them lie on the couch for a while. Where I used to jump into mommy-mode whenever a baby fussed, I find myself saying "You're fine kid. Stop whining." This new attitude of impatience is why I feel suddenly not ready to be a mom- my infinite patience with small people has evaporated. I don't care anymore. I'd rather somebody else deal with them.
So, in short, barring any unforseen happenings, I think we'll be a content, well-rested, childless couple for much longer than I ever thought.