A Half-bro, who managed to spawn 7 and, via mutually impoverished imaginations at the font of all early tyke stimulation - well, that opera was an intro inducement to moi, to think thrice before zygote roulette:
Rouge? Noir? or, worst of all - those damnable 00s

Coincidentally re larger scales - a recent Chron article was authored by an exponent of '(Why) No-kids'; this POV prompted the expectable scolding paeans to fecundity / assertions of the authors' surely twisted psyches. (Then another agreeable writer chimed in, "(..haven't regretted my decision) 'for a nanosecond.'"

Latest letter added, (finally) one Reason -pregnant in its omission- from the earlier discussions: "that invisible elephant in the parlor" / overpopulation.

News just in:
Re the newly-prosperous Chinese, dazzled by the degree of opulence manifested by traditional Murican hog-in-trough use world resource consumption to-date -- we hear that they are now chafing at the one-to-a-couple rulez, made by those Communist-Gods of yore -

This, as they more and more often select: the Larger UAVs - which they play with in strategic mud-hole 'Parks' on the outskirts / their substitute for mercenary sports teams, thus far?

So then, given the usual Death-Duelling Gods + a plethora of Chinese male-triplets, too? ... what are the odds *Now* on planetary survival, eh..?