I am terrified as I feel bloody awful and have started being sick. I need to eat every hour, but I am starting to feel worse. This is number three (feel like a silly teenager - condom must have broken, but here we are anyway, we are happy about it, if not surprised). I had bad m/s with ds1 and a lot worse with dd2. Had ketones and had to take medication, but this is starting a couple of weeks earlier. The anticipation is what is killing me. Waiting. It's definitely getting worse. Do I just have to wish my life away until 16 weeks when I hopefully will feel OK again ? Does anyone have any coping mechanisms to help the miserable time pass ? I remember now why I didn't want another one. Can I do anything to speed time upthrough these dark miserable day ? especially as I have two toddlers and have to work and somehow keep it together ? Sorry about the moan. I know I am truly blessed, but this m/s is hard.