"This pregnancy stuff is bullshit," Erin said.
"Yeah, I remember thinking pretty much the same thing."
"When do I start to glow, huh? When is all the awesome stuff supposed to happen? Because it's not awesome. It's disgusting. And messy. And uncomfortable. It's crap."
"The 'awesome' stuff happens once the baby is born. You're lucky that you haven't been sick or put on bed or pelvic rest like I was. I think 'the glow of pregnancy' was a term invented by people who have never been pregnant. People like your father who think pregnancy is 'awesome' so long as it happens to other people."
"He should be chained to a telescope and impregnated by aliens so he can know what it feels like."
"And your father's thankful telescopes are illegal, a fact he will be very quick to point out with glee. He is quite the law abiding citizen when it comes to that..."
That scene pretty much sums up my life at the moment. I am currently 24 weeks pregnant and the baby will be due in November (side note: I wrote that Erin/Eden scene before I was pregnant. I am a fucking psychic!). And let me tell you something: growing a human being is hard. Not only is it physically uncomfortable, but you don't have any control over your body and what it's doing. That's been harder on me than the physical discomforts (of which there have been tons). I don't like having my body do weird things. Not to mention that I keep having this weird feeling of knowing that there is a person, a stranger, growing inside of me. A person/stranger whose life and development I am responsible for.
Let that sink in for a moment: I am responsible for helping develop the future generation. Me. And Keith! MISTER PANTS EMBARGO HIMSELF! Isn't that a tad bit terrifying?
This has been a very long few months, but at the same time it's been super short...if that makes any sort of sense. If the baby goes for the full 40 weeks, I only have 16 more weeks to go. 16 more Fridays (which totally sounds a lot shorter than four more months). I've had to go to the doctor a whole bunch and have had to have more ultrasounds than normal because of my previous miscarriages and my "Advanced maternal Age" (because at 36 years old I, apparently, should have turned to dust and blown away by now and not be in the business of having a baby :/ )
When I had this ultrasound done, Keith looked at the picture and said, I kid you not, "Why does my child have Rhys Fitzhugh's nose?"
My sister, on the other hand (when she saw the picture on Facebook) said, "Why does your baby look like Mister Burns?"
You guys can decided who the baby looks like in that picture (it's actually the baby's elbow, BTW. I think...)
If the baby comes out with The Nose and/or red hair...well...
Someone has some real explaining to do.
Thankfully the baby is fine. Doing very, very well as a matter of fact. Obviously this is a major relief for both me and Keith.
"I thought we were going to wait until the baby was born to find out the gender."
"Puck, how long have you known me?"
"What does that have to do with anything?"
"Well you should know by now that I can't wait nine whole months before finding out anything, let alone the gender of my child. If it's going to sit inside of me and be a leech, the least it can do is let me know what to call it!"
(Another scene written before I found out I was pregnant.)
Erin...well Erin has a lot of me in her. leilia says that whenever she has to write for Erin in her OWBC she sits back and thinks to herself, "What would Ang say?" Lark has been very spot on with Erin to say the least :P
There was no way in hell that I was going to wait to find out what the gender of my baby is. So as soon as the baby was grown enough, the next ultrasound confirmed the gender.
It's a girl. *\o/*
This makes me super happy because I really wanted a girl. As an extra bonus, my sister has twin daughters who just turned three years old, so she was getting rid of all their clothes. I'm not sure if she was more happy for me when I told her, or happy for the fact that she has someone to give all her baby stuff to.
Oh...and...uh...to get any sort of awkwardness out of the way, I'll just tell you right now what we're going to name her:
Yes, her name will be Lillian-Lilly for short. Lillian Marie. (Not telling you my last name, but it's French so Lillian Marie <my last name> really flows and sounds really, really pretty.
Now, to be fair, I name my Sims after baby names that I like. I'm not naming my baby after my Sims. And I would like to point out that when Lillian was born in my legacy I was still doing observational, I didn't know she was going to be my main villain and..and...
Dammit, Lillian is a freakin' awesome name. And, as an extra ironic twist, Lillian, my child, is still sort of the death of my legacy.
There, I said it.
Okay. I don't want to put that solidly in stone. I hate the fact that I ended on a cliffhanger and, oh God, I don't even want to get into my Round Robin guilt. But my real life has suddenly become filled with doctor visits, blood tests, remodeling our house, prepping the nursery, baby gift registering, all that stuff. Like, I have this thing called a "life" that I had only heard about as some sort of myth before now. It sometimes overwhelms me and something has to fall to the wayside.
Unfortunately that's the Sims :( I'm having a hard time remembering when I last loaded my game. I want to say late June or early July? And, to be honest, it's getting to the point where I don't care all that much. I still think about my story constantly, but until I can finish growing a complete stranger and learning how to survive the first few months of having said stranger screaming incoherent demands all hours of the day, I just can't bring myself to commit to anything more than, "Maybe sometime in February?"
I dunno. I think the best way to sum everything up is that I am a true Pleasure Seeker who is having a baby. Pleasure Seekers don't really want to have kids per se, but they don't exactly have a fear of having them either, just so long as they get to jump on the couch (which I can't), take a bubble bath (sort of, but not a nice hot one, you know the ones that are worth it), play a video game (I can do that for small periods of time, but Lilly is getting big enough where I can feel her move and she's very picky about how I sit and that's not even getting into my legs falling asleep and my ankles and feet swelling up). I think the only thing I can do that a Pleasure Seeker likes is "change into pajamas...+500 aspiration."
So there you have it. I'm in my pajamas and I have 500 aspiration points to spend and a ton of stuff, real life stuff, that I have to do that's been totally distracting me for the last few months (and will continue to distract me for the next
I'm not totally gone from the community. I will still try to comment on the stories I read and I might still try my hand at Myshuno (that's really going to depend obviously) just so I don't forget how to write. But as for doing anything related to my physical game...*sigh* Everything is on an extended hiatus.
So that's about it from me. I think I might go take a shower and change into some new pajamas so I can have +500 more aspiration points! WOOT! Only a few thousand ore to go before I can get an energizer! Oh...that's right...they don't exist. Oh well, still gonna shower anyway.
Thank you all so much for reading. Thank you all for supporting my story to begin with! I'll try to check in a bit more often than every four months or so.
That I can commit to :)