Chapter 1

So, now that you've caught up with WHY I'm doing the 100 Baby Challenge, let's get down to it.  If you haven't read the introduction, you might want to so you're not completely lost.  You can find that link over there            ------------------------------------------------------>

Anyway, if you're too lazy to read that and you want a quick rundown, basically, I'm doing this for my family: my biological parents, as well as the only family member I've known all my life (my adoptive father, Reg.)  That's the very short story.

So let's get on to it.

Day 1

This is the house that Reg bought me to start my family in.  At the time, I thought that as a billionaire, he could do a lot better.  Now, though, I've learned that Reg has lost all of his money and spent his last pennies paying for this house for me.  It will do for now, but I know that with 100 children, I will eventually have to upgrade.

Anyway,  Reg sent me a list of rules which I must abide by in order for the deal to go through.  Those are also listed on the side bar.  Basically, each pregnancy I need to have a different baby daddy.  Why is that necessary?  I'm not sure.  I'm hoping more will come out about this deal as time goes on.

Anyway, I need to start searching for my first baby daddy, so I head to the art museum... it's a place that I've always felt comfortable.  I figure I might find the perfect man here, although that's not exactly what I'm looking for.

I sneak around the corner trying to find a man whose genes I can pass on.  The only guy I see is VJ Alvi, who happens to still be in high school.  Maybe someday, VJ... I'll be doing this for awhile.

Soon enough I saw Ethan Bunch walk toward the entrance of the museum.  Not super cute, but I've got to be pretty flexible with my personal tastes here.  I found out he was unemployed, so that's not super great, but once again, I can't be picky. I'm not going for long-term here.

I also find out, though, that he's charismatic, a genius, and good, 3 traits that I like and would love to pass on to my kids.

We talked for hours about our interests, told funny jokes, and laughed about the town gossip.  I was actually liking him... until I found out he was in high school.  HOW did I miss this?!  Why didn't he tell me that when I asked about his career?  What a waste of time.  Once again, I'll have to be Ethan in my "future baby daddies" list.  We became fast friends, and I'm sure we'll keep in touch.  It won't be difficult to seduce him later.

After what seemed like the longest day of my life, I settled in to sleep for the night.  I knew that tomorrow, I would once again start the search for my 1st baby daddy.  I crossed my fingers that I would find him so that I could start this journey quickly and not look back.

Day 2

I prepared myself toast and jam for breakfast.  I wasn't sure if I could stomach much more than this.  Today might be the day when I meet the man who will father my first child.  Today I might get pregnant.  Today could be the difference between success and failure in my mother and Reg's contract... or Reg's deal with the "devil."

I decided to head to the park today in search of a man... any man... who could help me with my goal.  There's got to be lots of guys hanging out at the park, right?  Wrong.

There was only one man to be found when I arrived.

Meet Gus Hart.  I know.... he's not ideal.  I just have to get started somewhere! I can't afford to be picky, here.

We start chatting, and luckily, I find out he's already in a relationship.  At this point, there's a lot of things that I would do, but I refuse to be a homewrecker.

Everyone else at the park turns out to be a woman... that will NOT do me any good, unless woman can suddenly reproduce with other women.  I decide to try my luck at the beach.  I take a slow walk to clear my head when.....

Hmm... who's this?  This man was just standing outside of his house while I was walking to the beach.  It's like he was waiting for me.

I find out his name is Connor Frio and we start to chat.

I start to ask questions that some people might think are a little intrusive for a first meeting, but Connor doesn't seem to mind.  I find out he's single (!) and has a job as an automated fact checker (!).  I find out a few of his traits as well: unflirty, a loner, and a bookworm.  Well, those aren't fabulous, but will do.

I ALSO find out he has a brother.  Now that might come in handy later....

We start to get friendly, and soon enough, we're sharing a cab to my place.  I'm not sure where this will lead.   I'm not really a one-night-stand type of girl, so I don't know how this works.  Is he looking for the same thing I am?  Does he even know what I want?  Gosh, this is tougher than it looks, people.

Once we get back to my place, I start preparing my famous mac & cheese for him in hopes it will speed things up.  Okay, I know mac & cheese is not that special, but Reg always had a personal chef for us! I'm still learning how to cook on my own.

We sit and begin to chow down.  You know, I was really worried about falling for these guys and not wanting to keep moving on, but Connor didn't make this an issue.  Our dinner talk was virtually nonexistent unless I was starting the conversation.  Connor doesn't seem like he has much of a personality.  This will only make things easier in the long run.

After dinner, I tried to start making a move on Connor.  He was receptive to my flirting at first, but then...

He started to refuse my advances.  He seemed pretty tired, and I was too, so I knew tonight was not the night.  We said our goodbyes and I hit the sack.

Day 3

Today needed to be the day.  If I wanted to have 100 babies, I had to get started.  I was sick of waiting around.  I'd have to make Connor mine tonight.

Nothing makes my day like waking up to a stray cat making a mess on your front lawn.  I miss Reg's maid, Sylvia.  The rules, though, insist I can't have any maids, butlers, or babysitters.  It's all me now.

I even have to unclog the toilet already.  Just a bad start to the day.  Maybe this means things can only get better? Gosh, I hope so.

I immediately call Connor and invite him over.  I need to get this over with.  Once I get started, it will be more difficult to look back.  Right now, though, I can't help but wonder if this is the right path for me.  Will the "devil" Reg spoke of really make my life hell if I don't go through with this?  Will Reg really make me pay him back the millions of dollars he spent on me as a child?  I doubt that... maybe he was just trying to get me to agree to this silly challenge.

Anyway, I can't afford to think about those things right now.  I need to focus on Connor.

Once he gets to my house, I immediately start to make moves on him.  He isn't having it though...

This is the 3rd time he's rejected my kiss! What's up with that?  Doesn't he know one of my traits is "great kisser?!"  If I can't seduce him, how will I seduce all of the other men?  WHY IS THIS SO DIFFICULT?!

Dude, we have talked so much that we're now BEST FRIENDS and you don't want to get with this?  What the heck?  I'm so confused...

Until...

Don't worry, ya'll.  I made it happen.  I think I hear some bells, too.

So it's started.

This was the hard part.  I told Connor that we could only be friends.  I wasn't allowed to tell him why, and this hurt me more than I expected.  Needless to say, he didn't take it well.  It took him so long to open up to me, and now I've ruined it.  This is necessary, though, for my goal.  I keep thinking of my parents... I keep thinking of Reg.  I keep thinking of the tiny being that could very well be inside of me right now.  This is for them and our future.

Connor sleeps in the guest bedroom, and I head back into my lonely double bed for the night.

Day 4

I woke up earlier than I usually do... I'm not feeling so hot.

I go to my filthy toilet (I'm behind on cleaning, okay? I've kind of had a job to do) and immediately vomit inside.  I think we all know what this means: baby/babies #1 (or more) are on the way.

I finally get some free time to do what I want.

What do I want to do?  Paint.  I've always loved art, and now painting seems like the perfect way to provide for my impending family.  Sure, I'm not great, but the only way to get there is with practice.  Someday, you're going to see my paintings in the art museum right where I was talking to Ethan Bunch.

Later that night, my first painting is complete. I sold it for only $13.  Not much, but it's a start.  It has a great abstract look to it, doesn't it?  Oh well... I will keep improving.

Then, just as I'm finishing up the day's dishes, my bump appears.  Now there's no denying it - I'm pregnant.

I'm so excited - I finally get to have a real-live family.  Sure, growing up with Reg was great, but there was always something missing.  I needed someone I shared blood with.

Sure, this may not be on my terms, but this was all I ever wanted. 

I headed to bed to try and soak in all of the day's activities.

Day 5

Pregnancy is going well.  Those cravings are hitting me at full force, though.  This ice cream is just what I was looking for! Now where's that spaghetti?

Despite my excitement, I'm not sure how Connor will feel about this. I mean, I practically just broke his heart... now he'll be a part of my life forever.

I tried to invite Connor over to share the news that he was going to be a daddy, but he kept saying he "didn't feel like coming over."  I really hurt him, I understand... but I can't break this news to him over the phone.  Why couldn't he just get over it and come over for TWO SECONDS?  Sorry, those dang hormones make me pretty nasty.

I know what will cheer me up though.

Told you those cravings hit me hard.  Yep - I'm the grown woman chasing after the ice cream truck.  The prices are a little much, but I needed this for my sanity.

So I'm overreacting a bit, but my baby WANTED it.  You understand, right?

One more day. One more day and I can meet this precious little angel(s).

Day 6

Today is my due date.  I'm so nervous, yet so excited.  So happy and eager, but yet so worried about this baby's future.

Connor still doesn't know, but I figure if I can't get a hold of him before I have this baby, I'll blurt it out over the phone when I go into labor.

I'm definitely in full nesting mode today, too.  I need to prepare for this baby!  I've cleaned the shower, two sinks, a toilet, emptied the garbage... I think I'm ready for this!

I just can't help but wish Connor was here preparing with me...

I put my best face forward and tried to get Connor to come over one last time.  I tried to sound as cheery as possible.

"Hey, Connor! It's Lark.  Listen, I'd really love to talk to you if you had time.  Can you please come over?!" I almost begged.

"Oh, Lark.  You know, I really don't feel like it.  I'm sorry," he said.

We hung up.  Now I was mad.

Okay.  If you won't come this way, then I'll just go find you!

I decided to start with the most obvious choice: his house.

There he was, right in his foyer.  He seemed surprised by my burgeoning bump, and I could see the question in his eyes.  I felt ashamed I hadn't told him sooner.

"Yeah, well, this is kind of what I wanted to tell you," I spit out.

"It's... it's mine?" he asked.

"Of course, yes."

I knew I had caught him off guard, but he was a gentleman about everything.  He seemed genuinely excited and was very supportive.  I knew at that moment that Connor was the perfect 1st baby daddy.

It's a good thing that I went to find him though, because as soon as he touched my stomach, I began to feel the pain.

"Uh oh!" I let out through my whimpers.

The contractions had definitely started.  I had always wanted to do all home births, but I didn't want to do a home birth at Connor's house.  I had no choice but to go to the hospital to deliver this baby.

Connor, although he had just found out about the baby, held my hand through the entire thing.  A few hours later, we welcomed a beautiful child into the world.

Welcome baby Alec Langon.  Alec is a Scottish name meaning "defender of mankind."  I thought it was a strong name for my firstborn of many.  Alec was born with the traits genius and virtuoso.  His favorite music is songwriter, his favorite food is sushi, and his favorite color is lilac.  He's a Taurus.

I was so grateful for the bonding time Alec, Connor, and I had at the hospital, but once it came time to leave, Connor decided it was best that he let us get settled in on our own.

Time passed quickly, and before we knew it, Alec was a toddler.

He's adorable.  He has his daddy's hair color, and bright blue eyes.  Those eyes aren't mine, they aren't Connor's.  When I look into Alec's eyes, I feel like I'm looking straight into my dead father's.  Those are his.

What a roller coaster, and it's only the first kid.

What do I do now?

Oh yeah. Now, we do it all over again.