CHAPTER SIXTY-TWOSince I'm getting Sims 3: Pets for Christmas, I've been trying to think of names for the future dogs the family will have. I can't get them cats because you aren't allowed to extend cat lives in dynasties, and if I were to loose a cat I would probably quit the game out of grief (I swear to God, I must be a reincarnated cat or something). So First thing tomorrow Tatiana is getting a big dog. Any name suggestions?
The cakes are doing well. I have about twelve resting on a cooling rack right now, and I still have enough batter to make a minimum of twelve more, though it might go up to eighteen. Then I have to decorate them all. Ugh.
The reasonings behind Margrethe's strange dreams were revealed in the morning when she started to feel nauseous and wanted to chow down on spaghetti and ice cream. Generation six is finally on her way, everyone!
While happy, Margrethe hasn't puked this much since the floor hygienators were still in the house.
She became officially pregnant later that nigh, and I finally get to use her fabulous maternity wear.
Gustav seemed to know before Margrethe did, because the day before he had already started wanting to read pregnancy books. After telling him, both Margrethe and Gustav wanted to read them, so they set to work and racked up huge amounts of lifetime happiness points. With short breaks in between reading to satisfy cravings and stuff Margrethe with watermelons, she gained a perpetual stuffed moodlet. At least she's never hungry!
She journeyed out to the consignment store to sell some sculptures, when Candi Beam once again began her crusade of flirting with everyone in sight.
Gustav went down later when he was done with work and had a full blown brawl happen as he chatted. I think Margrethe's obliviousness is beginning to rub off on him...
Elisabeth has been spending a lot of her free time either making potions or meditating. Think she's a sweet little old lady?
THINK AGAIN!
Spaghetti and ice cream is the main thing that Margrethe eats when she isn't chowing down on watermelon. It's getting a little ridiculous.
Seriously.
Gustav is completely enamored with his wife's growing belly. He's very excited to have a daughter of his own very soon.
He loves to chat with the baby.
Margrethe only needs some metal sculptures to officially SuperMax sculpting, and then all I need to worry about is maxing her career, gaining her elder pieces, and making sure she has all of the best friends she needs. She began a quick metal sculpture before heading to bed.
Of course, now that a nooboo is on the way, the Royale house is going to descend back into it's old chaotic state. Observe.
Gustav suddenly got a call from his elderly boss asking him out for a date. Margrethe remained in labor.
Then he resumed panicking.
Tatiana and Elisabeth came running into the room and began panicking.
Tatiana: WAIT! If I'm panicking and you're panicking...
Elisabeth: THEN WHERE'D MARGRETHE GO?
Yes, Margrethe suddenly vanished and I panicked for a bit before finding her flying down the road with Victoria.
Everyone please give a warm welcome to the
Brave and
Evil Sophie Royale!
