A Very Scary Post

In spite of our self-control, you got me pregnant. First thing I thought when I started getting morning sickness and the realisation began to sink in that this was for real and I had to start thinking like an adult, was “What should I do now?”

My future seemed a blur and I walked around the house, doing what I normally did the days, the weeks, the months before when I was stressed, and I cleaned the house thoroughly, washed the damn dishes before they stunk up the house, and yet here I was… still very pregnant.

I think I lacked emotion. Your mood went down but this was a given. The baby was unplanned and though we had a name picked out during one of our pillow talks, this was not how I imagined the baby to come. Certainly not when I was about to leave for work, and definitely not when we were still baby stepping into our relationship… tell me please, what should I do now?

A few days later, just as I was getting out of the bath and searching for the old traces of myself, most of me lost in the shocking wake of a very pregnant news, you went down on your knees and proposed to me. The matching gold bands shone up at me and I stared at you, my darling in the face and I thought if you believed this was the right thing to do, then so be it.

I supposed if the wedding ring had been a Tiffany’s, my reaction would be grander or possibly, off the rocket. But it was just gold and because I needed you more than ever in all the time we’ve been together, I said yes and next thing we knew, we were planning a wedding.

The dress was picked out and the cake was booked. Tiered cupcakes, the way I liked it. Though I did not like the wedding dress at all. It reeked of second-hand smell and the train had yellow stains on its floral lace. I hated the wedding and I hated the guests.

None of them had the manners to show up in the supposed dress code. The very least you thought they would do to appease a very pregnant young girl on her wedding day. Too many strangers and none of my family. My best friends were there but they stayed at the bar the entire party, drinking up the cocktails and flirting with the girls… and boys.

… and so I clicked on quit and did not save my Sims. Let it be that the next time I play it; you will not get me pregnant again. If you must, at least plan the wedding first.

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Published:
12.1.07 / 3am
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