Raining Men

      Hallelujah! Angeline has officially got her first bun in the oven courtesy of Nathan Watts . . . and I'm going to do everyone here a favor and encapsulate her reaction in one photo:

She vomited at least eight times in the first trimester day. Yes, I counted.

      Also, for the sake of not boring everybody to death, Angie gardened like crazy this chapter. Her house's garden wasn't enough; nope, she went straight to that huge public garden that every TS3 world has and nabbed all those fruits and veggies for herself. I felt like I was playing Harvest Moon, except with more Gothic style and out of wedlock babies.

But with just as much skill grinding.

   .  .  .  Wait a second. Is that what I think it is . . ?

Writing wants?!

      Oh. Angeline wants a boy. Guess she doesn't want to deal with the whole princess phase thing just yet. But let's keep everything gender neutral juuuust in case!

Mr. Fangston wouldn't be the first vamp to watch people while they're sleeping.

     After quickly changing into the infamously fugly maternity clothes, a thought hits Angie -- now that Nathan's off the list, his junk is junked. She's got to find other men, and fast. Maybe visiting the gym will help? That'll warrant a visit . . .

The Deserted Gymnasium = guilty of false advertisement.

    After meeting briefly with her future baby daddies, our heroine finally went home after a nice, long sweaty day of digging through dirt and men. She gardened in peace for two Sims days until all hell broke loose. It began with this:

     I said "No, wait until I push this kid out." Because Angeline has business to settle. You see, the game keeps track of a Sim's romantic reputation, and if Angie wants to get far in this challenge, she needs to make a clean break with her victims. ("Exploring her options" indeed.)

Before she even got a word in with Nate, the best thing ever happened:

I'd make a comment but in reality I was just laughing my ass off.

     Thankfully, he took it rather well considering the circumstances of the challenge . . . and I got two more pleasant surprises.

1.) Who says Sims 3 Sims have no emotion?

2.)  Return of the Awkward Mustache Hair!!! 

       I was promptly warned that Angeline is being "unforgivably rude" and will be asked to leave soon (the game's words, not mine). While Nathan sauntered along his house with a smirk, she left -- and decided to butter up her next door neighbor, Jack Skellington Limb, for future easy sailing.

Aaaand then the baby decided to make its glorious entrance. 

Sweet Lullaby

     I think we all have dealt with some kind of  social rejection in our lives, regardless of age, race, gender, etc. -- but what separates us from one another, despite this universal experience, is the unique way we humans react and process these experiences --

    Oh, wait. Sims, on the other hand, have one universal reaction: to scream at their smartphone, and clog their house's only toilet.

That award winning carbonara needed more fiber.

      With a quick glance at the family funds:

     It's safe to say we can't waste 50 Simoleons on a repairman! That, and they never stay around long enough even for a make out session. After a quick beauty rest, Angie is up and at 'em again. After quickly preparing the ever popular carbonara . . .

. . . And failing and it . . . 

      I said "fudge it all" and invited Nate to our lovely future hellhole house on a whim.

     Even though Nathan lives on the other side of the block, he took his sweet, sweet time to arrive. In that time, Angie had burned another batch of carbonara. The way to a man's heart is through his stomach! so Angeline needed to serve something that can be described as  "amazing" and "right-the-hell-now", so she fed him waffles.

 Leftover waffles.

      
     Anyways, the next best thing to do is flaunt all of your life accomplishments. Interestingly, Nathan autonomously wagged his diploma about during his monologuing. A communications diploma. To be fair, Nate wouldn't be the only person out there -- Sim or otherwise -- who got a college diploma and didn't find a job even remotely related to it with his current career. 

"Because communications totally helps with science and medicine?"

    As the glow of the full moon filled the night sky and seeped in through the house's windows, the conversations between the two Sims grew more intimate. The discussion veered from useless knowledge and Simoleons flushed down the toilet to one about, well, love. The two learned their horoscope signs matched perfectly. Idle flirts and whispered sweet nothings became such deep professions of attraction . . . 

  And then they knocked boots.

/romance novel mode off

I love how Nathan didn't even wait for the morning after guilt.