Thank you steelguy, 2B, Astral, vinhou, oties and vickylou! Sorry, been really busy with RL things lately. It is exciting Kit's having her first baby! This is where my tolerance of maxis furniture crumbles... I can't stand the nurseries. So I used a custom one. And no, the title isn't because Kit had twins.
It was October when I took the pic of the pink truck - courtesy of Sugah's Place - it's just to show my small contribution to Breast Cancer, though it's a bit late now!
After this chapter I won't be updating for at least two weeks - I am now on study leave and have exams until the 25th. So I'll be staying off Sims and forums. If you see me on,
(well, write in caps!) at me to get off and go study, as I have no self control and get bored easily with studying, but I have to do it.
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Chapter Six: And Then There Were Four...“Surprise!” my perfect hubby yelled. I opened my eyes, and squealed in delight. A car! And it was in my colour…! Well, not exactly, but close enough. No other pixels I knew drove a candy coloured truck. It was the perfect preggy prezzie.
It was all a very new experience for me, being … er… Pregnant? Is that what you can really call it…? Actually, it was more of a pain in the neck. My back to be specific. Who knew carrying some little pixels could be such a strain?
There was also the embarrassing bladder issue, which cropped up at the most inconvenient times. Such as when the toilet is farther away than you'd like and certain husbands' friends are standing right in front of you.
All in all, it was shaping up to be a very human-like pregnancy. Big Mac cravings included. I like Big Macs, but eating them morning and night has somewhat diminished their novelty.
Yet there were times when I thought I felt a little kick and it made me forget all the pains and cravings. I was happy also that this was Amar's baby and not beak-noses'.
Spaking of our father, he was over the moon, and I was sure he'd make an excellent father. Plus he didn't care that I was in pyjamas 90% of the time and that my stomach had expanded to epic proportions. He really was perfect...
He'd also outdone himself by decorating the nursery, with the help of my excellent furniture choice, of course. We didn't have a budget - Amar's recent promotion netted us a VERY nice sum of money, but we weren't starting renovations yet (ESG's taste was much to be desired), at least not until after the baby was born.
I discovered Benjiman hadn't completely left us either. I couldn't get rid of his gravestone, and he paid a visit to our fridge one night. I felt kind of sorry for him.
That was until he decided to play a more active role in the family.
In fact, Benjiman's little act of mischief sent me straight into labour. Brilliant. Amar wasn't so great at the supportive part. He said I was incoherent. What part of screaming "GIMME SOME DRUGS!" did he not understand?! Suffice to say, I was wishing at that point that I hadn't gotten myself into this. They don't have painkillers here. But the pain
was real.
What was that about pain? Ah, it doesn't matter. Not now that I have a beautiful son. He looked exactly like me. I named him Dexter, because he looked smart. And I can call him Dex for short.
After Dex arrived, I fell into a mundane routine.
1)Clean the house meticulously, including the disgusting toilet. The very sight makes me nauseous.
2) Feed Dex, put him into bed,
3) change a million diapers. I struggled a little with that part. I had called in sick to work just to take care of little Dex, but I was starting to prefer work over this!
And yet, Amar still had time to be a typical man.
"Want to try for another baby?"
"Ah, one's enough thanks, hun."
But he couldn't be pursuaded other wise.
He should be sued for being indecently seductive.
I was definitely pregnant again. For one thing, I was fatter than I usually was. Usually I'm fat, but not that fat. I was happy to be expecting, but the euphoria didn't last long.
The back pains had started again.
And the ridiculous cravings for big macs. I thought if I ate another one I'd be sick... Apparently not.
All of this plus looking after Dex definitely took the shine off being a housewife. As soon as this one's born, I'm going back to work! Why should Amar get to cook all day and all I get is a screaming baby and dirty nappies and bottles all over the floor?
Finally, Dex grew up, though I'm not sure which is worse. Screaming baby, or a mobile toddler? Hmm, at least he can be toilet trained.
This time around, Amar wasn't at home, so I was screaming to myself about the stupidity of going through the pain again. Why did I do it, why?
It must be some sort of amnesia. As soon as I looked into my new baby's little green eyes (yet another mirror image of me - I have very dominant genes) I forgot all about the pain and suffering and fell in love with the newest member of the Simons' family.
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