If natalists were serious about public messaging, they would teach the unbabied that babies love being out at night. The lights, noise, bustle, crowds, music. Much more entertaining and interesting than rattle toys at home. Soothes them. Ancestral memories of rituals, festivals.

Babies aren't the ones who cramp your style. Counterintuitively, they love adventures, travel, noise, socializing. You can carry them in one arm like a sack of potatoes and they don't mind. It's aging relatives, busybodies, anti-natal propaganda that cramps your style.

Going through life with a little baby like a totemic spirit who mysteriously approves or disapproves of all your actions with an "ooohhh" or "wahhhh."