Hell to the NO!
Going through the wrong time of the month is too much for me.
I can't even imagine going through labor. Morning sickness, uh no.
Changing sh*tty diapers and cleaning up vomit, NO WAY! Putting my life on the hold to take care of little midgets, you got to be kidding.
BUT, having little Dionysuses running around, priceless.
Dunno, hard decision.
If I was a guy, I would say hell yes! I would have the b*tch barefooted and pregant! I would see how many children I can make. (you all know I'm totally joking)
And for those that recieved the news that you are infertile, look on the bright side. You can screw around all you want without worrying about having rugrats popping out you.
