My ex fiance was all about not ever having any kind of id implanted into your skin because he said it was the mark of the beast (like every barcode had 666 in it or some shit) and you would go to hell. He was fucking weird. His mom was a religious freak.
I just did a quick bit of research...and guess what? Your weird ex was right. And one way or another, the idea of my entire being becoming a component of some vast machine seems pretty hellish to me.
Do not fight it, Chum. Assimilate. Resistance is futile. Go to sleep. Run to the light. All the cool kids are doing it.
Yeah, in your case it would be a good idea. Your husband would be able to locate you when you're off getting impregnated by the strays you pick up on Craigslist.