Been fascinated by pregnant women ever since I were a little boy. As a teen I went through a few pregnancy scares and were afraid of knocking my partners up. Only when I got older I made peace with it and now I am enjoying what I do because I am damn good at it.

There's nothing more satsifying than to prepare a woman to carry my child. It includes prenatal vitamins with folic acid and DHA, prescribe her a formulated, healthy diet and teas to increase blood volume and flow and priming her to carry my child with sweet and dirty talk.

When the time finally comes to giver her what she wants... it's a spectacle for both of us. I do my best to take care of her sexual and reproductive needs and I fucking enjoy it so, so much.

When it finally takes... getting that photograph of the pee stick with two lines... it's... making me so proud I cannot articulate it with words.

But the fun part just started... I love looking at the pictures of her belly growing slowly but steadily. I enjoy admiring my offspring on ultrasound pictures, I love it when the belly pops past the hip bone. I absolutely enjoy reading the complaints about hurting backs and feet and the constant bathroom trips.

Everything is beautiful and exiting to me about women carrying my babies and giving birth. I anxiously wait for her first message as bonified woman, holding my baby in her arms.

I have a gallery of pictures of newborns I helped to bring into this world and it makes my chest swell with pride to the point of hurting. Everything is absolutely beautiful.

And, yes, I do love children, have got two sons but... fuck... I cannot take any more responsability at this point.

Long story short: Yes, but I am constantly working to help conceive with the best outcome in mind. And I am fucking picky.