1 a.m. local time.

Awake and trying hard not to throw up.

Pregnancy sucks.

I am going to kill everyone. I leave the country on Sunday, I am almost out of meds, and even though I personally talked to my endocrinologist yesterday when she called to tell me that she had called it in, the useless fucking pharmacy now can't find it ( Read more... )

Dizzy and nauseous. Sat in the bathroom at work trying to decide whether to lie on the floor of my office and wait for death. Remembered that I did tell everyone I was pregnant, and that I don't really have to tough it out anymore. Got a ride home from Jack. Am working from the laptop, from the sofa ( Read more... )

I am pregnant ( Read more... )