Can I please come in here to bawl my eyes out have a little sniffle.
So, trip to the GP for me this morning - who quite frankly was an utter arsehole - think male, in his 50's. Completely unsympathetic 'pull yourself together, girl' type. After much fuss, he has given me Stemetil - which is neither use nor ornament. Then he goes on and on about 'self help methods', does he really think I hadn't tried all that other crap? Course I bloody well have, and clearly - it doesn't work. And NO! I am not stressed about the pregnancy - I'm over the actual flippin' moon.
Refused to sign me off, told me to self certify - which is no good because I need to prove it is pregnancy related in order not to be put on 'sick watch'.
Took the bloody Stemetil, then vomited it up 20 minutes later in Sainsburys, and now I have to wait 8 hours for another. I only went to Sainsburys to buy freezer vomit bags and sweets to get rid of vomit taste. Oh and some fruit which is about the only thing I can bear eating right now. I may have had a mini meltdown in the shop too. 
Just realised, I am yet to keep anything down today. Well, except for the fruit which I ate 5 minutes ago. Where will that end up I wonder.
Sorry for the whinge. Feeling veeeeeery sorry for myself.