Dh and I just had a row as apparently I am not looking after myself or the growing baby.
I'm 8 weeks and feeling like shit, constantly nauseous and throwing up. Actually, weetabix and to tomato soup in one day is a victory at the moment.
I hate the smell of everything else and even the thought makes me gag. He stands by the fridge shouting out "how about eggs? Tuna? Salad" and wonders why I run to the loo to throw up.
I want him to come down with a vomiting bug and then I will wave fried eggs under his nose and see how he bloody likes it.