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Ugh, why won't this bebe hurry up? 
I-oh oh!!! Well, the baby came late this simday. A little girl named Blancita because of her pale skin. My father-in-law took the baby from me and sent me to bed with my husband. He said "Hurry give me a grandchild before I die!" I was so tired! Did I just leave one abuse to come to another?
Rebecca's so cool! I want to ask her to the Apple Dumpling Ball, but Jorge and I are headed to university this simday. I must leave her behind. Will she remember me? Will she still like me? I want to be a nurse, she wants to run her parent's toy store. Can we have a future? She's so young, I wonder what will happen.
I wish this child(ren) will hurry up. I am very clumsy while pregnant. I am not used to this weight in front of me, pulling me down and keeping me off balance. I know that Antonio will want a child of his own, so I will have to endure this state of pregnancy again in the future. Good news, Luis and Antonio have installed a small salon and clothing store in the art gallery. I give makeovers to the residents. Right now the make-overs are free so that I may get more practice, but I like it. I like picking the perfect haircut, the perfect shade of blush and making a sim look spectacular!
I'm married, she's pregnant, it's not my kid. The pastor stopped by the house and married us. Dad was estatic, but made me promise to produce an heir with this woman. I barely know her! Dad said I will grow to love her. Grow to love her? We shall see about that.
I've (Carmela Lopez) have moved in with the Herendez family. It has been a scary trip. Thankfully I tracked down a distant relative here in Apple Valley (Elaine Dawson, we're related through a common ancestor-Maurice Dawson) and I was granted a temporary visa. I had to leave that place as quickly as possible. I probably would not have survived much longer-they were not using me as much and I could tell that I had become a liability. I couldn't take the abuse much longer.
Antonio Herendez agreed to marry me-thus making my visa permenant. His father is pleased, I'm hispanic-apparently that was the only requirement for his daughter-in-law. I tried to cook, but the omelettes caught on fire. I contemplated tossing myself into the flames to end this misery.
I'm pregnant-there's no way to tell who the father is, especially since I was used so...shamefully. But I survived...I think. My pregnancy means that Antonio and I will marry in a quiet ceremony in the garden. I don't know if I would do the same if I were him.
