Sims Sunday: Baby-Making

Over on my dedicated Sims blog The Splines, a comment by ErinLindsey gave me some ideas. But first, the girls had to grow up.

Xolotl peed her pants at her own birthday party. The shame!

I moved her out, into a house that’s a little more family-friendly. This model has two floors and several bedrooms, and plenty of room for expansion.

Then I gave her a makeover. I started with cotton candy pink hair (lighter at the tips). I thought it might help soften her image. Considering that she’s named after an Aztec death god.

Next I picked an outfit that seemed to suit her. I hemmed and hawed for ages trying to decide if the default cardigan color went with her hair.

I finally decided that it did, although maybe just barely.

Newly coiffed and clothed, it was time to hit the town for some baby-daddy-hunting!

“You’re adorable! Are you single? PUT A BABY IN ME.”

“Did it hurt when you fell from Heaven? PUT A BABY IN ME.”

Sad story about this guy. This is Pablo Martinez, the Pablo who was in the Family Bin. I placed him on an empty lot just to see if he was the Pablo that Wingdings wanted to greet.

He wasn’t, and I never bothered to put him back in the bin. I assumed that Story Progression would have moved him out into a house by now. But no, he’s still just standing around that empty lot.

Speaking of empty, after a whole day spent hitting on all the men in town, Xolotl went home to eat leftover birthday cake at an empty dinner table.

The next day she invited over the first man she spoke to, Abel Bodey. (Are you kidding me? Where does this game get its names?)

“I heard it was supposed to be partly cloudy today.” “Really? I heard partly sunny.”

For the next three days THREE DAYS Xolotl put the moves on Abel.

But every time, he refused her offer to “Try For Baby” and went to sleep in the single bed upstairs.

(Cross your legs, dear.)

On the second night, a burglar broke in. The burglar alarm paged the police. Xolotl struck up a conversation with the police officer while Abel slept soundly upstairs.

Finally on the third day, Abel consented.

Flower petals rained from the sky and a lullaby played. Just like in real life!

And there was much puking and rejoicing. But mostly puking.

I didn’t want to waste Xolotl’s three days of pregnancy, so I had her invite the police officer around for a visit.

Will Gerald Anders be Father #2? Will it take less than three days to get him in bed? Only time will tell!