Illness or Humanity?

As my pregnancy advanced, I concentrated on my artwork. I did not know if I would be lucky in finding another usable crib at the junkyard. Even more so than that, I wanted Stanley and my future children to have a nice home, though I did not know why I cared. What was wrong with me? Was I ill? Maybe I had caught some vile sim disease!



During this pregnancy, the cravings were terrible. I would eat plate after plate of cake, not even moving to wash the used dishes. I feared that I would appear pregnant even after I had given birth. The truth was, there was no similar product to cake on my home planet- I did not know food could be so sweet!



There was also a notable difference from the last pregnancy: I had a baby to care for. Watching Stanley was not a task, however. I liked to watch his face when he played with the few toys he possessed.



It was tiring, however. Each night I hoped against hope Stanley would sleep through the night and then fell into a deep sleep. To my surprise, he never once woke up before the morning. I feared that my other children would not be so extraordinary, but I was relieved that at least Stanley was not so much of a burden.



The time passed quickly, and all too suddenly I woke up, gasping, ready to give birth. Once again, I remained at home. I did not want to pay an ignorant teenage babysitter money (which I did not have) to watch my Stanley!



Porter, my second child, was born amidst the sparkles I had grown accustomed to.



Porter seemed to be a miniature Gil. I was unsure where my genetics had went. Yet despite his normal sim hair, his normal sim skin, it was just the same as with Stanley. Porter was mine, and already I could not imagine being without him.



Quick update, I know! But Porter's too cute to wait to show to you guys :)

In Which Addi Learns to Love

I had not forgotten that Gil stood outside, waiting. In fact, I had the deep set hope that I would soon be pregnant again.

As expected, the key to Gil's heart was through Stanley. I let Gil in, saying, "I am so very sorry. I was detained by the birth of my first son. Meet Stanley."

"Stanley," Gil said, picking him up. "What a sweet little boy! And so big already too, he must be very special."



"Can I put him to bed?" Gil asked. "See, I haven't held a baby in years. My wife doesn't want another kid, and my son's a teenager now."

"There is another way," I said slyly as Gil placed Stanley in his crib (salvaged from the conveniently located junkyard across the street). "You could have a special child just like my Stanley. Let me explain how..."



I was rather surprised by my success as I led Gil to the bed. He seemed very devoted to his sim family, and I had thought he would require more convincing, but I am the first to admit that sims' motives are a mystery to me.



Gil left at some point while I slept. Most likely slinking home to his wife with a heart full of shame.

Whatever the case, it was no longer my concern. I had more pressing matters to attend to, such as the mysteriously clogged toilet. I would have had a sim-expert to fix the infernal thing, but as usual, I lacked the necessary funds. Therefore, it was my task to fix the dreadful piece of sim technology. How my father would fume if he could have seen a daughter of his noble line working on the waste disposal seat like a common serf!



My next action was to teach my son how to use the toilet. When I found his crib I had also found a small toilet for him. Others tell me it is called a "potty." Stanley had begun to wail by then. When I discovered the source of his tears was a vile substance in his waste-catching cloth, I decided that Stanley learning to dispose of his waste in the potty was the first priority.



Later that day, I felt the telltale signs of nausea. I was thankful that my night with Gil had been fruitful, because I did not know if I could have seduced him again. It might have required another newborn baby or two.



Sure enough, I awoke one night to the wondrous pregnancy bump.



I kept busy, however. Confident that Alden was ready to impregnate me after the next birth, I spent time teaching Stanley. After he mastered the potty, I introduced him to the art of walking.



Stanley proved adept at walking. In fact, he accepted all that I taught with a keen mind. I had little doubt that he would grow up to be my right-hand man, when I at last dominated the world.



I did not expect to feel pride for Stanley when he became an accomplished walker. I did not expect to raise him up in an impromptu cheer, my heart warmed by the sound of his giggles. I did not expect to love Stanley so much. I did not understand how it was possible, how I could love a being that could not yet speak, that had little personality, no wishes and desires, a brain that was still growing. But I did. For the first time, I was excited to have one hundred children- not only to achieve world domination, but also to have one hundred children to love and to love me in return.



I hope everyone enjoyed this update! Isn't Stanley adorable? If you want more information on him (or any of the future children) check out the "Downloads and Baby Information" page!

Comments would be lovely! :)