From about week 6 to week 12 I was pretty much nauseated all day, every day. I don't like to look back on it now, because it sounds like I'm complaining. But really, I am. I was miserable. I just wanted to lay down and sleep all the time. I lived off of crackers and citrus fruit. I don't know why, but oranges and grapefruit were pretty much the only foods that sounded appealing to me. I spent the majority of those 6 weeks just wishing I would die. No kidding. I remember thinking and saying to Manny that I hate everything -- and I meant it. I hated talking, and moving, and eating, and sitting down. ugh. Anyway, enough of that. That's the only part of this whole pregnancy so far that makes me never want to do it again.
But once that phase passed, I've felt great ever since.
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