"All I wanted was a bit of excitement.
All I did was apply for a job.
And then all of me fell deeply and irrevocably in love with him."
Natalie Moon applies for an unknown job, and falls straight in the lap of One Direction. More specifically, Harry...
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She's late.
The comments on my tweet are all so lovely, wishing me luck for the delivery and general well wishes, and I'm almost crying as I read through them.
That was three days ago though. She's three days late.
Being late isn't a problem, the doctors have reassured me countless times that going over my due date is perfectly normal and perfectly fine. No, it's not a problem being late, but it is a royal pain in my bum.
I've enjoyed being pregnant, really I have, probably about eighty percent of the time I've loved it, but now I'm just uncomfortable and ready to get her out.
Plus, both Harry and I are itching to finally hold her, and every hour that I don't go into labour is like some weird form of emotional torture.
Okay, maybe not quite that extreme, but I'm allowed to be dramatic, I'm pregnant.
It's been okay while Harry's been around to distract me, spending hours playing his guitar and talking to my bump sweetly, kindly ignoring the tears I keep shedding, or cooking ridiculous amounts of food that I inevitably gorge on.
I've gained weight while pregnant, as most women do, and I'm pretty scared about how my body's going to look after giving birth. Harry's been reassuring me that I'll still look amazing, going so far as to spend hours just kissing my stretch marks and my thighs and every area I'm feeling insecure about.
He's not here right now though. He's with James on the Late Late Show, special live edition.
It's the first time we've been apart in over a week, making it really strange. I suppose I could call someone to come and sit with me, but that would mean getting my phone, and I've left it on the coffee table which is far too far away.
Plus, the whole band and Bekah are at the show too, the band to play while Harry performs and Bekah to watch. She's been living in LA for a few months now, still in a relationship with Adam. They're adorable together and I think this is the happiest I've ever seen Bekah. With my heightened emotional state I have to stop myself from squealing or crying whenever I see them together.
I could turn on the tv and watch them all, but that feels a bit like rubbing salt in my wounds that I'm not able to actually be there. I could have gone, but moving is so difficult right now I didn't want to embarrass myself.
Anne's in town, but I think she's got plans today. She's been here for a week now, and I don't think she's going home until this baby is born, which both Harry and I are genuinely really happy about. She's been over pretty much every day this week, and Harry's been so happy.
She's also been very handy in calming Harry every time I've had fake labour symptoms. They've been a pain in the arse, making both of us panic when they happen, but my water's never broken, so I'm still pregnant, unfortunately.
