well, ok

I've managed to get almost to 11 weeks without hurling, until this morning. Well, actually, this afternoon, because I've been on the couch since 11 fielding an estrogen-driven migraine. That said, after getting sick, the migraine is abating. I need to ask my doctor what I can take for this kind of headache while pregnant.

I'm annoyed at Dean because I had asked him to take care of a car issue for me and didn't, he had told me he was going to cut the grass this weekend and he hasn't, and while I was getting sick I found myself miserably upset that I was in the house alone while processing the emotional recoil from getting sick, and I wound up curling up in the corner and sobbing, because all I wanted was for Dean to put his arms around me and tell me that it was going to be ok.

Which is completely irrational, but whatever.

What makes this even tougher to deal with is that until yesterday I'd had several consecutive days of feeling really good, and starting to flow with the glow, so to speak. I had met someone at the conference I was at whose wife was 14 weeks along, so we were comparing ultrasound pictures and I was starting to feel like I could do this and be ok with congratulations and with some degree of optimism.

Today I'm convinced this is the worst thing to happen to me. My husband won't touch me, I'm exhausted, and I have this really strange feeling that I just want to go home. That's a very strange feeling considering I just got here, yanno?