I hate it. I feel sick, I have no appetite, I am permanently exhausted, I am already starting to get heartburn and sleep problems...
on the other hand there's nothing to show for it, no bump, no kicks, nothing.
Am 9 weeks tomorrow - oh please let the next 3 to 6 weeks go by quickly. All I want to do all day is sit still in a corner somewhere, not really doable when you already have two children (one is four, one two.)
And a quick question to you all: If sickness ends before the twelve weeks are over, is that always a sign that something is wrong? Because I so wish for it to end, but maybe that means wishing for the wrong thing?