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If any of you (and no doubt some of you have been in my predicament before) have spent a day or two with a pregnant woman, you'd know they're ape shit crazy.

You go to work for 8+ hours, and what do you get when you finally arrive home? a barrage of crazy f**king questions that's what! "why do you hate me?" , "we never spend time together anymore" , "your avoiding me" , "I want a banana wrapped up in bacon with a garnish of deadly nightshade and an old army boot for dinner" , "your avoiding me" , "your avoiding me", "your f**king avoiding me".

I just worked 8 hours lady give me a break!
Seriously I love her to bits, but she's only 10 weeks in and shes lost the plot, I had to get away for a bit, maybe have a few cold ones with a boys, see some friends who think I've disappeared off the face of the earth, just avoid the 10 fudging questions for one night.

I didn't know it could be as simple as installing the Sims on an old work lap top, sitting her in bed and walking away.
Two days now, and not a peep, except the odd "look what I've just got", it has the added bonus of getting my unborn into video-games through the womb.

My fiendish plan doesnt seem to have many conscequences, I get to go out and a have a few cold one's, she gets to look at the virtual dreamhouse we'll never be able to afford in NZ's current economic state - everybodys happy.

Maybe we'll get some multiplayer games cranking, though it'll probibly start up the "why did you kill me"...

-Sketchy father to be