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I'm still alive, I have the pictures for my next chapter, and I'm heavy with child (haha, just kidding. I am pregnant, but I lost a ton of weight at the beginning and now I'm barely gaining it back. Did you know some women get morning sickness their whole pregnancy? I didn't.). Unfortunately, my computer is having power supply issues so I've been hesitant to run my game. Beyond that, I don't know how much I'll be able to play. I'm considering starting a different legacy, but I have no idea.

Honestly, writing for this legacy takes a lot of time. I'm a very slow writer, and I have to write several drafts for each chapter. I have story notes that are just ridiculous. Beyond that, I find it hard to sit for long periods of time, which is what I tend to do when I play/write. I'm sad to say that I might not be very active anymore (or active at all). The Bees might be on semi-permanent hiatus which blows because I really like them. At this point, I don't want to make any promises--I might be back, but it seems unlikely for now. I have a uterus-turd to poop out in April, a house to renovate by March, and work stuff (as always).

By the way, I'm having a girl and my partner won't let me name her Nova. :\

ETA: Thank you, by the way, for the kind words on my last post. I guess it's TMI, but I was actually diagnosed with pre-natal depression and put on anti-depressants. I'm doing much better now.

Short Intermission

I've been kind of holding off on posting this even though it's been eating at me.

I found out a couple of weeks ago I'm pregnant, and it's very unplanned. Just about everyone around me is excited and happy, and I find myself extremely depressed and ambivalent. I feel like my life is ending. I haven't really been able to concentrate on anything except my work (and even then, I'm not doing as good a job as I usually do). I'm also constantly tired, so when I have free time I sleep. As a result, I really haven't been keeping up with blogs or tumblrs (obviously) and I've been finding it very hard to write. I also feel like "what's the point? Future-parasite will eat up all my time and I'll never ever have fun again" (and I think this while crying uncontrollably, even though I rarely cry). Needless to say, the hormones are absolutely wrecking me, and I've found out that prenatal depression is incredibly real. Hopefully it'll go away soon.

Anyway, I really don't want to abandon this blog. I just want to do mindless stuff for awhile. My midwife actually recommended taking some time to really indulge myself in hobbies that might be seen as "timewasters" if it makes me feel better, so I've been playing MMOs that don't really require me to think (believe it or not, I think A LOT while playing the Sims, so whenever I try to play or write I just end up making myself upset). I have my next chapter half-written, and I promise I'll be back soonish.

Anyway, next time one of you questions how your legacy sim got pregnant when they should be smart enough not to, just keep me in mind.

Ch. 2.2: Bread and Circuses

Nova rather likes the ceramic bears that stand guard outside Panem et Circenses. Red light bounces off of them, making them more imposing.

The building used to be a warehouse, so it’s quite large, larger than what Nova would expect for a strip club. The brick walls—once red—had been painted purple, and circus paraphernalia litters both the inside and outside. There is no sign advertising the venue or its services, but it doesn’t matter. Somehow, the intended consumer seems to find his way here.

Ch. 2.1: Supernova

 Although she’s technically an adult now, Nova still enjoys a good puddle-splashing. It’s been raining for days in Sunset Valley, and she’s been cooped up in her tiny, one-bedroom apartment for far too long.

It’s time for adventure.

There had been a job fair at her high school a few days before graduation: police officers, doctors, businesspeople, and journalists had all tried to woo the senior class with promises of low or no-paying internships that would eventually lead to “bigger and better things.” But Nova don’t play that game. She’d rather be like her mom—self-sufficient with a side of kooky.

Ch. 1.28: Bright Star

“Thanks for everything, I guess,” Nova says, “Sorry. That sounded mean—really, thanks. You may want to work on your communication skills though. You’re kind of terrible at human interaction.”