DOARS- Week 3 Day 6- To Be

Lynn is pregnant! AAAAAAAAHHHHHH, wooot! I NEVER thought this day would come, like ever! Actually, they were not trying for a baby and I didn't want her to have one yet, but oh well! No one expected this baby, but that's okay. We'll manage... somehow... Onto the second day of pregnancy for our reluctant mother-to-be!
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Dear Diary,

Let's start our entry with a fun fact about my wonderful husband.

He's a little obsessed with zombies. Not that that is a terrible thing, but it does concern me a little. I mean, zombies? They don't exist, everyone knows that. All the myths and rumors of their existence are just totally preposterous. You'd never catch me believing something so silly! I mean, the gnomes would never have picked an ally with such fanciful notions.

However, this zombie obsession does seem to be in my best interests, as he researches the subject while I'm sleeping. If this zombie thing keeps my husband in bed with me until I wake up, I'll take it! Part of me wonders if he developed this interest so that he could read about it while I'm sleeping. He's so sweet. I wouldn't put it past him.

We got up, and I must admit that I avoided him a little. I mean, surely you noticed that he's in his bed clothes while tending the garden. Now if you've been paying attention the past few days, you'll notice that he usually is wearing that while tending to the garden. I know I've frequently remarked how great it is to watch him in the garden, but today instead of spending that time with him, like I usually do, I went into town. I just wasn't ready to tell him yet. I mean just two days ago (it was two, right?) I was telling him that kids were not in our future ... and yet.... I'm pregnant. It's kind of hard to admit, really. I'm pregnant. Yikes! If it weren't for the fact that I'm married to Cycl0n3 I'd probably have a panic attack.

Oh, right, back to the topic, instead of spending time with Cycl0n3 I got out of the house. I mean the more time I'm around him, the more likely he is to guess that I'm pregnant right? I kind of want to be the one to tell him, y'know? I'm just not sure when...

... or how. But, I did happen to get an idea while I was at the bookstore. I wanted to buy a few books to tell me what to expect. I mean, I'm the youngest of ___ children, so I really don't know anything about babies or pregnancy or what will happen to me during the course of the next... wait, did that really say 2 days? What? I only have 2 days after finding out I'm pregnant before I have the baby!

That's just... not right. I guess I'll try to look for the positive- oh hey! Whatever horrible things this baby is going to do to my body it's going to happen quickly and then be all over. I mean, I can endure two days, right?

Newly equipped with the knowledge that neither of us have time to prepare for our "bundle of joy" I decided to relax in our room (my back is seriously killing me) and call him over. I handed him the second book that I bought at the store and  told him to read up. Actually, he just kind of chuckled and did NOT to surprised. When I asked him what he meant by the lack of surprise he was dodgy and unhelpful.
Now, I know what you're thinking.
You're thinking, oh great, another sim guy that magically knows his wife is pregnant and is trying to be clever and slightly funny in a forced and un-original way. That's not totally accurate. He didn't know I was pregnant before I told him. So why wouldn't he be surprised? Well, let's just say that I'm pretty sure he was planning for us to have a baby.
I know right! I told him no kids, and he pretended to agree while secretly planning for one anyway. You know the worst part? I'm not even mad at him! Isn't that awful? I should be livid, I should be screaming and ranting about how this is my body and I should've had a say in what did or did not happen to it, etc, etc.
Let me just say that it's kind of endearing and sweet that he wanted to have a kid with me, and really the man knows me better than I know myself. I hate to admit it, but I did kind of want a baby. I mean, they're cute, they're lovable, they'll be Cycl0n3's (seriously, what could be better than that, a Cycl0n3/Lynn hybrid- awesome!) and with Cycl0n3 being the stay-at-home-dad, they'll be raised right. Actually, talking about it now, I'm kind of wondering why I didn't want kids with him in the first place.... well, whatever. My next point is slightly obvious, I mean, let's be honest, now (in the interests of being an honest famous person) I may not have actively been trying to have a baby, but accidents happen, and I did have some say in getting this way.

Don't misunderstand me, I may have reached the point that I was accepting of the fact that I was having a baby. Maybe even a little excited. But that doesn't mean that I'm prepared, mentally, emotionally, financially, etc, and thus I decided to work out.
I know, I know, a questionable activity for someone in their second day of pregnancy, what if  exert myself too much? What if I hurt the baby? Blah, blah, blah. Let's not get carried away, now, the baby is just fine. Remember, the rules of my world (the ones that say pregnancy lasts for 3 days) also say it's fine to lift weights when pregnant... just not run on the treadmill.
Okay, at first glance that doesn't really make sense. Treadmills and running should be totally fine for pregnancy, right? WRONG, think about it: death trap (treadmill) + pregnancy = bad stuff. Get it now?

After I was done working out (didn't take much time for me to tire out) Cycl0n3 hopped onto the machine. I must say, I'm loving this new exercising Cycl0n3. He'll be stronger than me at this rate! Not that I mind of course. Think about it, your husband being strong enough to literally sweep you off your feet? Awesome, right? That's probably why he's doing it. He's so thoughtful, right?

Today nothing seems clean enough. Is it that a new person living in my house makes things much dirtier than they used to be or am I "nesting"? I'm not sure, but I do take back that joke about Cycl0n3 and the toilet, he is obviously using the toilet on a regular basis. Yuck. I love the man (eee, I still squeal when I say that), but he could do a better job in the bathroom. I think you know what I mean.

Training my delightfully quirky husband is quickly becoming a tradition. I kind of like it- it's the perfect excuse to watch him intently while he's working out. I'm cute, right? Finding ways to justify that. Hehehe, sometimes I am really clever.
And yes, I realize how silly I'm being, but I'm not sure I care. I mean, face it, you'd be just as silly if you were married to an unexpectedly hot and muscular Cycl0n3, too. Don't even try to deny it.

Working out can only take so much time, though. Lifting weights can get boring, y'know? So we spent the remainder of our evening in a manner different than normal, different, but still fun and physically demanding. Hopscotch was an early love of mine, and I was almost horrified when I remembered that it had been weeks since I played! Despite the little slip up once, I was declared the Hopscotch Queen. It was cute of Cycl0n3 to try to claim the crown from me, cute, but hopeless.

 I know, I know, I don't have a crown or even a tiara to really prove my title of Hopscotch Queen. We're working on that one, I promise. I did however get to eat some macaroni and cheese, which I think might be the baby's favorite meal. It's like every time I turn around the baby is whispering to me "eat macaroni and cheese, you'll love it, mmmmm, if you don't eat it you might just die of hunger!"
Can we try to pretend that my baby isn't creepy? I mean.... really, let's try, okay?

 Now after dinner I headed straight to bed, I was pretty tired and it was around 10. Cycl0n3 decided to use the restroom. Now, we've established that he uses the restroom frequently enough, but I'm starting to think that maybe he just doesn't have enough experience with the thing to use it properly. Heh.
I do wish he'd stop breaking it. Hmm, maybe when we potty train the baby he'll pick up some pointers. Hehehe.

 My first thought when I realized that he'd cleaned up the dinner dishes was, shouldn't he know that doing the dishes doesn't really make up for breaking the toilet (for the second time)?
But then I thought about it- I'm really handy nowadays. It'll take me about 5 minutes to fix that toilet, and I'd enjoy that way more than I'd enjoy doing the dishes, so maybe it really does make up for the toilet after all.
Doesn't Cycl0n3 know me so well? I really am excited about raising a child with him. He'll be such a great dad.

I only hope that I can be a good mother, too...

Entering my third trimester,

Lynn Sw0rd