Looking for Volunteers

So last weekend I went rappelling with my young women. I decided to let loose and eat as much junk food as I could find. This included Cheetos, M&M's, Milky Way, licorice, fruit snacks, and Mountain Dew, oh yeah, throw some Tater Tots in there as well. Disguisting I know. It's not surprising that around midnight my body went into shock and I started throwing up. I pretty much spent the whole night making phone calls on the porcelain telephone, if ya know what I mean. It was during this time that I started remembering the horrors of pregnancy. Those of you who think that pregnancy is a beautiful and magical time clearly have not spent enough time with your head in a toilet. It's such a dilemma for me because I want more children, but I just don't want to have to grow them in my uterus for nine months. Which is why I'm looking for a volunteer to be my surrogate. Doesn't that just seem like a perfect solution to my problem? I get Jeff and my genes, but none of the drama of pregnancy. Too bad I don't have 50 grand. Hey, a girl can dream right? Maybe Jeff will become a millionaire chiropractor and then I can pay some cute, baby-factory of a girl to bear my children. Well, until then, I better suck it up and get used to the idea of being pregnant again (if I do indeed decide to have more children).