Scheduling.

Thank God I'm a guy! I don't have to deal with monthly periods, hormonal mood swings, cramps, morning sickness, and labor pains. That said, I respect women even more after watching the six women in front of me try to figure out their ovulation cycles and the best time they would be fertile. They were willing to put up with all the crap nature put them through in order to bring about the life of the next generation. All I had to do was to knock them up.

Emma pulled out her pink iPhone and opened an ovulation calculator app. Based on the date of the first day of each woman's next period, the app would calculate approximately when the five day window of her ovulation would occur. I had schedule meetings at work less complicated than what the women were planning -- all this so we could see when was the best days for me to have sex with who.

After that we would have to figure out where and when. Perhaps even how...

Sam looked at me and grinned after the girls finally marked down on the calender the days they would be fertile. "You have your work cut out for you for the next four weeks, honey."

I looked down at the calendar and saw the days of ovulation, each filled in with a different color for each of the four women. Part of me was having second thoughts with the almost non-stop sex for the next four weeks. As much I enjoyed making love to my wife when we were trying to conceive, there were days sex became a chore because we had to, not because we wanted to. But then I looked up at the four friends of Emma and Sam's and saw the hope in their eyes -- hope that I could give them the opportunity to finally become mothers.

"I guess we just have to hash out the details of where and when," I smiled back.

The girls cheered.