**warning: childish rant ahead**
This nausea is NOT relenting, no matter what I do. And I haven't even puked yet. I'm tired. I want to cry. I want to sleep all weekend. The last place I want to be is here at work with jeans that are too tight because I'm too stubborn to break out the B-band at only 6 weeks. And it's really REALLY hard to remember it will all be worth it in the end.
Come, commiserate with me.