I'm a proud dad of a little boy and it turns out Mrs. Kuma is expecting again, so there'll be two sets of feet running around the house and tearing apart our things here soon. My wife and I talked about it and we both decided it was time to give it a go. We were more than well off financially, and since we're against day care we could work it so she could be a stay at home mom and take care of our son.
I read all the books and was excited like a lot of dads-to-be are, but like ap Oweyn said, meeting them for the first time is a huge change in our mindset. Before it used to be all about us. Now it's all about him first. And I'm perfectly fine with that. Though the first few months are filled with insomnia, crying, bottles, dirty diapers, poops that make the bathrooms at Grand Central Station smell pleasant, teething, more crying, and more dirty diapers, it can definitely be a lot of fun. You will laugh at some of the grossest things known to man, gain reflexes like a cheetah, and the first time that kid smiles at you it's all worth it. Kuma Jr's charging around the house now tearing the place apart like the Tasmanian Devil, blabbering gibberish, and already has his first scar from when he charged my wife's cedar chest and speared it with his forehead. Sadly the cedar chest won. Though it definitely takes away a lot of your free time, it's also a blast in its own way. Obviously we wanted to do it again, so Kuma the Third is on the way.
It's all in what you make of it. Some people like staying just a couple and living life like an adventure, able to do what you want when you want. Raising kids is another kind of adventure. Not as glamorous, but still very rewarding.