Showing posts with label maternity leave. Show all posts
Showing posts with label maternity leave. Show all posts

Wednesday, 10 March 2010

Rhonda Has Some News

Rhonda retired early to bed, during the party as she wasn't feeling so good.
She supposed it was just the overly sweet cake and overindulgence of the nectar that did it.

But through the night, she felt restless and had to get up. Something was niggling at the back of her mind. And churning through her stomach too.



It didn't get too far as she had to make a mad dash to the toilet, where she promptly threw up.



She should have seen the signs earlier, but chose to ignore them as she continued to juggle her Criminal career and family life.

This seriously sucked for Rhonda, as she'd hoped to climb up the corporate ladder alongside her husband.

But instead, she was forced to take maternity leave and 'put her feet up' as she began to blossom.

Which meant watching a lot of TV




And not risking her life or her baby (this time), by getting the maintenance services out to fix anything that was broken.



Katie was over the moon with the news!!!!




She took great delight in fussing over Rhonda whenever she took the opportunity, and took especial care in keeping the house clean and tidy for the arrival of the baby!!!!

Monday, 4 January 2010

BURGLAR!!!!

Now that Rhonda's on maternity leave, and enjoying the cookies that Gareth made for her, it means that Gareth is the one who is going to work and earning the pennies.




But then, suddenly, one night, whilst Gareth was at work.....
.... a shadowy figure 'sneaked' up the garden path!!!!



But wait.
That figure looks mighty familiar.



Let's have a close up shall we?





Why hello Gareth!!!! I see you've got your promotion after all..... and your choice of which criminal activity you'd much prefer.



Congrats there my dear.


**SIDE NOTE**

I happened to notice something odd that keeps happening whenever Gareth or Rhonda sit at the picnic table to eat. They put the plate down, sit down themselves, then, as they reach for the food, they jump across the seat, then back again.



See, plate at one side, Sim at the other.....

I guess it might have something to do with the fact that the table is at an angle. It doesn't affect the Sims in their everyday life. So I needn't fret there (I hope)