The Way The Cookie Crumbles

So recently my little baby niece was born on the 1st of February 2016! She's adorable and my sister did so well. Like when my nephew was born it was almost a week of labour pains and anxiously waiting for something to happen. In that week I helped look after my 14 month old nephew and honestly has put me off having a child. Waking up every 2-5 hours to a crying toddler/baby that just wants to be held or changed or fed and trying to negotiate bedrooms and nappies when you're half asleep isn't really my cup of tea. It's not peaceful or adorable, it's hard work and you end up surrendering your bed to a baby who takes pleasure in rolling on top of you, pooping and then rolling off and I swear he looked pleased with himself! 
Now don't get me wrong I love those two to pieces. I never knew how much love I was capable of until they were born and I would take down an entire star fleet to protect them. They are so cute and now my little nephew can laugh, smile and walk I am enjoying playing with him and goofing around. It is especially fun to pull faces and distract him when he's supposed to be eating his veg. They say I'm great with babies and toddlers...call it auntie privilege. However, I personally wouldn't like my own. I feel like maybe in 10 years I'll think differently but I highly doubt it. 
Firstly, medically it wouldn't be very healthy for me to be pregnant and care for a baby with my severity of ME on my own, i'm not saying its impossible but it might take me back to square one.
Secondly, I value my independence way more than carrying on my genes. Having a little human depending on me for everything sounds horrific and I am far too selfish to do that. I love my own life where I can spend money I earn on things for me, not nappies and formula and bottles and kids clothes. 
And lastly, staying at home whilst my belly gets bigger and bigger and the baby grows inside me like a strange parasitic alien is as far away from my dream life as is humanly possible. I have been around pregnant ladies, of all ages, enough to know that it is like a disease where at the end after hours and hours of pain and sweating they hand you a screaming baby who only knows how to eat and poop and expect you to be responsible for its everything for the rest of your life. I mean they don't even know how to burp or smile for a couple of months! Yes, I think my nephew and niece are cute but other children still freak me out and are just plain ugly sometimes. 
So no, babies aren't for me I won't judge you if you have miniature humans, go forth an procreate, but when you're scream laughing hysterically because you just mistook mayonnaise for sudocreme and you haven't had a full nights sleep in 2 years, I'll look after them for £7 an hour.