NOTE: THIS IS BASED ON THE STORY OF TWO OF MY SIMS. I CAN'T CONTROL EVERYTHING IN THIS STORY SO PLEASE DON'T BE LIKE "YOU SHOULD MAKE THIS HAPPEN." BECAUSE I CAN'T. SOMETIMES SIMS DO WHAT THEY WANT.
THE DIARY OF POPPY ANGUS
Day One:
We bought a house today and it's adorable. A little small, but it's quaint and it's in a good neighborhood. Evan and I decided to skip the honeymoon to help pay for the house, but it's going to be worth it. So much better than an apartment! We're going to move in after we get married in TWO DAYS (oh my god!). We've started to put the furniture in so it will be ready for after the wedding. I'M SOO EXCITED. There are three bedrooms in our house, one for me and Evan, one we're using for an office and one is for a weight room(one of which will hopefully be converted into a nursery soon!) Thinking of babies is so exciting, but a little scary too. Will Evan be a good father? Will I be a good mother? Anyway, back to the house. There's an in-ground pool and a hot tub which is a huge bonus since Evan and I are both competitive swimmers (That's how we met) Downstairs there is a kitchen, a dining room (another bonus. I hate eat-in kitchens), a living room and a bathroom (with a shower!). Upstairs are the rooms I mentioned earlier, plus a bathroom which is a semi en-suite. (There's a door to it in my room AND one in the hallway) I think living here's going to be a blast!
Day Two:
Oh my God! I'm getting married tomorrow! And then we're moving into our beautiful house! This is sooo exciting. All the furniture is in place and I've even bought a crib, something I haven't told Evan about yet. We haven't even discussed children yet, but I'm pretty sure he wants them too. He LOVES kids. His sister, Becky has two sons and he loves his nephews to death. The thing is though, playing with a couple of little boys once every so often is differant then caring for a baby everyday. I've just got to ask him. I'll go up to him and say, "So Evan. Have you thought about kids at all yet?" And then I'll tell him that I want them. I want at least two children. A boy and a girl maybe? Or two girls. Definatly not two boys though. I've seen Becky's boys in action and I can barely handle one of them. It must be hard for her. It'll be hard for me soon too, though. Because I am going to get pregnant if it kills me.
Day Three:
Time to change the title of my diary! Because I am no longer Miss Poppy Angus. I'm Mrs. Poppy Procter! YEAH! I'm in the bathroom writing this at our wedding reception. I'm so excited and I felt like I couldn't wait another second to share this with you. The wedding was beautiful. Just family and a few close friends, but it was still so exciting. My mouth was so dry, I thought I wouldn't be able to say "I do" but I did and I did it without any hesitation too. I still haven't talked to Evan about kids. It just doesn't seem like the right time. I will talk to him though. Tonight...I will...I promise.....