Thursday, September 9, 2010

Baby #1: Unseen and unfortunate

















My name is Elena Valario. I have long silver and blue hair with very lightly coloured blue eyes. My traits aren't the best; unlucky and loser being the worest. My good traits are Family Oriented, artistic, and natural cook. I'm an only child but both of my parents are dessased. I'm doing the 100 baby challenge. I'm starting with a small house, very quant for just me and my first baby. I hope i make a good mother.

















This is Del Geniv. He's one of my best friends from college. He helped me pay for the house, and said he would be the father of the first baby. It was so painfully obvious that he's a vampire, but he's still one of my best friends and he's never tried to bite me.

















The night i moved in, Del said he would make dinner and then we could attempt to consive the first baby. I thanked him once again for agreeing to the challenge.

















"I told you the rules, right Del?" i asked to make sure he wasn't getting the wrong impression. "Yeah, you did." he told me. "No commitments, but we can still be friends and i'll let you see the baby all the time." iassured him nervoiusly.


















"Elena, i'm just glad i met you freshman year. I always thought you were beutiful. Having a baby with you is a dream. Anything else is just for show." Del said and stroked me cheek. I blushed. "We can't date or get married-" i said. "It's ok." Del said and hugged me. I hugged back.

















We went to the bedroom to start the challenge!

















We tried one, but no luck. "We'll try again in the morning." Del assured me. "Alright." i said slightly depressed. My bad luck was starting to come at me again.

















So we tried again the next morning... but still no luck. Will i ever get pregnant?

















It was two days later. This was our thrid time trying to have a baby.

















And we finally got i! We hot the lullaby of a baby! I was so excited!

















Over the next few days, my bad luck started to effect the house! The bathrub broke

















The sink broke in the kitchen

















And i got sick! Del told me it was just a coincidence, but i'm possitive it's my bad luck.

















After the plumber came and fixed everything, i started getting weird cravings like mac and cheese for breakfast. Even though mac and cheese is delicious, i would not normally eat it in the mornings.

















I decided to advance on my guitar skills. I played at the bistro, but not too big of an audience.

















I was half-way done with a song when i got my baby bump! Look at my weird pregnancy clothes!


















I went back to playing when, with a much bigger crowd, and a centaur came! She tipped me a $50 too.

















Del  came back over. He made me mac and cheese, which i was very much craving, and i told him i was officially pregnant! "Elena that's amazing!" he told me. "I knew you didn't have bad luck!" "What do you want to name it?" i asked him. "If it's a boy, how about Dimetri?" Del suggested. "Alright and if it's a girl then her name will be Miep." i said. We nodded in agreement then joked and laughed until he had to go.

















I continued to get morning sickness, even after it was official. I don't know what i did to make Karma so mad at me.

















I did a lot of guitar playing at the park, bistro, and the beach and i was finally able to afford a high chair! I hope the baby likes it.

















I read in the papers a big event was going on at the theatr and decided to play there. I had a huge crowd around me and even though my skill in guitar is only 5, they all really liked it and tiped big. I made $723 that night!

















I noticed there was a doctor in the audience and closed it off so i could talk to her. "Hello, my name is Elena Valario." i introduced myself. "My name is Jean Writ." she replied. "I was wondering if you could tell me the gender of my baby." i asked embarrased. I felt a little bad just meeting with someone to find out something for me, but Jean didn't seem to mind. "Well, Ms. Valario, it looks like you're having a baby girl. Congratulations." she told me. "Thank-you!" i said happily then went home.

















I still didn't have very much money, but i was able to guy my baby girl a very nice crib and a teddy bear.

















I practiced cooking alot, so when my baby was older, she would like the things i made for her! Luckily, i didn't set anything on fire.

















That night, Del wanted to stay over. He said he had a feeling. His 'feelings' were always dead on. My contractions began in the middle of the night. I screamed in pain.

















But, for some reason, even though he knew it was coming, Del magorally freaked out.

















After about another half hour screaming, the sun came up and we decided it was a better idea to go to the hospital for the birthing.

















While we were walking in i saw the centaur woman again. She was freaking out just as bad as Del had.

















It took two days to have her, but finally Miep was born. The doctors told me she was very sick though, that shw couldn't breath on her own. I felt so bad that my bad luck had to affect her too. I saw Miep lying in her medical crib and teared up. Del comforted me for 15 minutes until the doctors told me i had to go home. It was horrible seeing my baby girl like that. She was sick, there was nothing i could do about it, and as far as i knew, it was my fault. Why does Karma hate me so?!

















The doctors three weeks later, saying i could take Miep home when she turned into a toddler, but i didn't want to wait that long. I visited her everyday. Del came too. I comforted her with lullabies for hours. She was the most precious thing i had ever seen. She was cute as a button. But i don't see why she deserved such pain as soon as she was born.

thank you for reading. With love and high hopes my baby gets better,
Elena Valario.

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