Scarlotti, ha, I'm still moaning about the house feeling hugely sorry for myself.
In between bouts of self-pity, am still v. relieved it's not hyperemesis - I've already ditched the lovingly-homemade meals for my toddler and have broken my no-TV rule about a million times, but I think that if I had my head permanently down the loo again, the poor kid would wind up running entirely feral and would have to find a nice wolf-pack to adopt him.
Gateau, I made my husband cook bacon and egg butties on Saturday morning. Ate them and promptly felt sick again, but was absolutely worth it.