I can't bear to get anything out of the fridge. There's nothing off in there, but the smell makes me retch horribly, and throwing up into the kitchen sink is impolite at best.
I'm 13 weeks, this is NOT fair.
I'm also signed off work with a bad back (SPD) and cba getting dressed. This is a miserable business isn't it? I think I've had about TEN SECONDS where I stop thinking about all the yucky symptoms and am able to quietly imagine my baby.
Poo! And Poo to you as well DP!