1 She was sick now, her pregnancy making itself felt in many unpleasant ways, but she refused to obey Dr. Meade's commands and stay in bed.
2 Yes, Scarlett was sick of it all, and that morning she wished that she, like Melanie, had the excuse of pregnancy to offer.
3 A queasiness of the stomach reminiscent of the early days of her pregnancy made the smoking yams on the breakfast table unendurable, even to the smell.
4 Frank, Pitty and the servants bore her outbursts with maddening kindness, attributing her bad disposition to her pregnancy, never realizing the true cause.
5 Not only had she vomited before a man--in itself as horrible a contretemps as could overtake a woman--but by doing so, the humiliating fact of her pregnancy must now be evident.
6 She looked up into his blank, smooth face and suddenly her irritation fell away, even as her embarrassment had disappeared after the conversation about her pregnancy.
7 Mrs. Meade was thin now, and Scarlett's pregnancy being advanced, the dress was doubly uncomfortable.
8 "Scarlett ought to be in bed," insisted Mrs. Tarleton, running her eyes over her with the expert air of one who calculated a pregnancy to the last minute of its length.
9 So, only half resigned to her fate, she spent most of her time with Scarlett, vicariously enjoying a pregnancy not her own.
10 She did not mention the fact of her pregnancy, even to Hilda.
11 She was lovely in the soft first flush of her pregnancy.
12 She paused as if she felt it indecorous to speak of her pregnancy before Pierre, though the gist of the matter lay in that.
13 One day I asked her if she felt any symptoms of pregnancy.
14 Occasionally, and it was always just after they had been happiest together, they suddenly had a feeling of estrangement and hostility, which occurred most frequently during Countess Mary's pregnancies, and this was such a time.