Eight is Enough
Unless you already have six, in which case, fourteen is an awful lot.
I have one child. One. I have thirteen fewer children than the woman in the link above. I had seven fewer developing at once. And I am five years older than she. Holy cats. I cannot even imagine. I remember how uncomfortable it was to have that singular sensation shoving aside my kidneys, kicking at my lungs, and doing his darnedest to push apart my ribcage. Where in heaven do you fit eight babies inside a normal human being's body?! Yeowch!
That said, I am more interested in the hullaballoo surrounding the multiple birth, than the birth itself. Modern science can do amazing things with the body. I have been very interested in the number of comments from reproductive-rights proponents, stating that the woman should have been forced to selectively abort the viable embryos she'd had implanted. Several women have howled out that the mother should have selectively aborted or been forced to abort "for the sake of the children." Think of the chil'ren!
Ladies, wanting to have a choice of whether or not to have an abortion involves having the choice NOT to have an abortion. If I know I am carrying Godzilla in my womb, and I choose not to abort him, I apologize in advance that he is going to stomp on your city, but that's my choice. That's the joy of reproductive rights. You don't get to selectively force abortions, just like you don't get to selectively refuse them.
Personally, I think you have to be mental to be a single parent of six and purposefully go knock yourself up, but it's not much different from women who are single parents of multiple children, who continue to have unprotected sex. I'm sorry for the children, but you can't force sterilization either.
So, welcome to the world all you tiny, squishy babies. More room on the outside, you'll find. I hope you're healthy and happy, and I hope you weren't born into some nefarious scheme (which is my sick, gut feeling about this one. God, I hope I'm wrong.)
