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  So here's the continuation of me gushing over baby/pregnancy/Scarlett stuff... and Jeremy, if you're reading this, I'm not sorry about how long this post is going to be. Nor will I ever apologize for how you decide to spend your time, especially when it's spent reading this incredibly awesome blog. And I mean that in a nice, sisterly way. Wink. Smiley face. Moving on.
   Unlike some very organized women who document their progress with cute pictures and journals and baby kick counting systems, I sort of just sat back and let it happen.  But I would like to remember how it felt and what I looked like, mostly just for funzies. This post back tracks a little to reminisce about the peaks and troughs of those blessed 9 months. Maybe some of you prego ladies and moms will relate.   And maybe you won't.

Natalie's Top 10 Things She Hated About Being Pregnant  

Me being huge and looking slightly miserable at 38 weeks.

Me saving face.

 

1.  The anticipation. Toward the end there I really thought she would never come. Even though she was born right on her due date, April 28th. The last few weekly appointments were so discouraging.  Dr. Swift would say, "Well, the baby likes it in there" or "looks like you've both got some work to do".  I thought I was going to be 3 months late the way things were looking.
2.  The weirdness associated with strong name opinions. I can't say I loved the question,"what are you going to name her?" I didn't want to taint the name Brian and I liked just because someone gave me the disgusted name face.
3.  The bills. Ugh.
4.  The occasional constipation. Quite a little devil, that constipation is.
5. Trying to find a comfortable position to sleep in. There are rules about sleeping when you're pregnant. No sleeping on your back. No sleeping on your belly. No sleeping through the night. No sleeping, period...which brings me to number 6--
6. Your bladder is not on your side. In fact, it doesn't even have sides. In fact, it doesn't even exist. Your urine just goes straight from your ureters to your urethra. I got up to pee every single hour during the night in the last 3 weeks. Of course, this is God's way of preparing you for a little baby that needs you to be awake often throughout the night. So, I thank thee, I think.
7. Being huge and feeling full all the time, but sick if you don't constantly eat.  That shiz be trippin'.
8. I missed riding my bicycle, and doing other dangerous things-- like eating sushi and going to Get Air for the 5 dollar special that one time when my whole family decided to go and jump on a room full of trampolines and foam pits and video tape how lovely the whole experience was and showed me the footage and had a gay old time and I was invited but what would be the point of going and I still want to go sometime.
9. Walking around campus with my big prego belly to visit Brian at work and feeling judged. Not sure why this feeling came, because I didn't look at pregnant people at WSU and think that their bellies were the product of something unplanned or unsavory. Sometimes I just felt like a teenage baby mama, especially when we went to Weber events and parties. Maybe I was just outnumbered by the un-pregnant people...but hey it builds character to be the odd woman out.
10. That one time  11 weeks gestation I puked my guts out on our way home from lifeguarding the Tough Mudder in Las Vegas. We were in a very full 15 passenger rental van. I puked out the passenger window (and a little inside bit inside of it) all the way to Delta's Emergency Room. Luckily I had the best caregivers in the world, in the van and at the hospital. Very memorable trip.
    

    

    McKell and Mike getting an IV started on the side of the road in the middle of nowhere. I smile when I'm delirious.

    
    

Cole was driving/checking signs of life for hours until we decided to seek professional care.We'd pull over for a bout of vomiting, clean up and carry on. I'm so grateful for such great friends!

 Ah, I love complaining. Now on to the positive stuff.

 

Natalie's Top 10 Things She Loved About Being Pregnant

Scarlett dancing for Dad. Or trying to kick him out of her personal space.

1. The anticipation. It was like Christmas morning when the pregnancy test was positive, whenever we had an ultrasound, when we found out she was a girl, when we got her a crib, every step was exciting.
2. Everyone you know (and everyone you don't) telling you how cute you are. The bigger the cuter.
3. The hair.  It grew so thick and long, and didn't fall out in rat tails when you shower.  So luxurious.
4. Women exclaim, "You're so tiny!" when you feel SUPA big.
5. Men smile and say, "Maybe it's time to get a new scrub top," or "Ha, you can barely zip up your coat!" These are real quotes. Thank you, Terry and David, for being honest.
6. The power. Anything the pregnant girl wants she gets. Food, sympathy, a nap, to name a few.  One must not abuse this power.
7. People think you're a martyr for doing everyday things. They can't believe you still go to work , or that you carry your own grocery bags, or that you are feeling good. Pregnant girls are amazing.  Really though.
8. The babe's movements. Very cool. Scarlett was a wiggly worm, and I never worried if she was still in there bein' alive. Also, it creeps some guys out. Who knew?
9.  The instant friendship/mom posse you gain when you become a pregnant mommy.  We girls sort of root for and look after each other. 
10. The way it brought Brian and me even closer together.  He came to every appointment with me (minus one); he loved to talk and tickle the little one in my belly, and lit up when we discussed our future with a child to love and care for.  Love that dude.

All in all, the result is priceless.