Wow - lots of good advice here - and with it, lots of wisdom.
I met my hubby when I was 19 (he was 24) we were married when I was 20 (him 25) and had our first child when I was 21 (not the way I wanted or IMAGINED me spending my big 21st birthday I assure you). She was not planned, but we wouldnt of had it any other way. We started trying for baby #2 when she was 1.5 yrs, took us 7.5 years to finally get pregnant again. We had a "magic number" (as most women do) of age 30 for me for the end of children days - if I wasnt pregnant by age 30, no more kids. Ended up being at 30 I had to have a full hysterectomy for medical reasons - thank God that He allowed me the 2 wonderful kids I do have. He does work in mysterious ways you know
. Our eldest will be 18 in 2 months, and our son just turned 10 - and hubby and I have been together 20 years now, married 19 of those.
Age is just that - a number and it doesnt matter if you are 20 or 42 having children has nothing to do with your numerical age all together, it does however, have to do with your maturity level, and can you actually RAISE those kids? Are you willing to put yourself aside in every single way to put the needs of that child above your own at every moment? That is what matters most. You will never have "enough money" to raise a child - they get more expensive as they age, trust me! Unforseen medical bills - doctors visits, yeowch! So if you're "waiting until you are financially stable" you will keep waiting because you never will be.
They dont come with instructions, you cant give them back, there will be ALOT of bumps in the road, many sleepless nights, alot of tears and heartaches, you will be told "I hate you" on a constant basis, and no matter how many times you tell yourself "I will never do/say what my parents did/said to me"....one day....you will find yourself saying (and subsequently eating) those exact words and then you begin to realize "OH NO! I am my mother/father!" and you just come to accept it - as that odd feeling washes over you when you ask your child "Are you wearing clean underwear?" when they leave the house...
My two cents..