I'll be 20 in the spring and nope---no buns are in or have come out this oven.
I'm not particularly fond of kids, at least enough to want some of my own---especially at this point in my life. I didn't really even want children untill I met my current partner and then somehow lol he gave me baby rabies and I can't stop gushing over tiny shoes
My birds (and my fish....and my houseplants) keep me from doing silly things like that and completely derailing my life at this point---because I'd be lying if I said I didn't have one of the most persistent biological clocks (and that thing is *LOUD*) but---again, cute little baby babbles and those 'awww' bonding moments between me, baby and my man---awesome....tantrums, no spontaneity (even though to a certain extent birds keep me tied down, they are more portable), sleep deprivation and the financial strain...NO THANK YOU
So I'd definetly say for me that my birds are a output for all my mothering desires. Although poopy cages > poopy diapers anyday!