I started the day by puking, multiple times, all over my driveway! Granted, I hadn't eaten anything yet, but it was still oh so fun.
On a better note, I managed to drink 3 liters of water yesterday. I find if I break it up by time, it's a bit easier. I drank one in the morning by noon, one by the time I left work and one more before I went to bed. I'm supposed to drink 4 liters, buts it's so hard to drink 3 at this point, I'm just trying to build up my water drinking capacity.
And I did get some exercise in. Our kickball game last night was canceled, due to poor field conditions (basically the field was flooded from the rain earlier in the week), so Rich and I went for a long, brisk walk (long for us -- it was actually about 40 minutes). But even in the cool weather, I managed to work up a bit of a sweat, so I felt like I accomplished something.
I go in today for the ultrasound to see if I have a fibroid. Fun stuff. I'm trying to rationalize all my crappy, bloated feelings and say that every pregnancy has some difficulty. Some people have problems getting pregnant, which I obviously didn't. There are so many things that go wrong in pregnancies, and if this is as bad as it gets for me, I'll be grateful. I know a woman who has been trying to have a baby for years. She can get pregnant, no problem, but something in her body refuses to stay pregnant. I know she'd give her eye teeth to have my piddly issues. I can't continue to wallow in self-pity. I've given myself a couple of days, and now I need to focus on what I'm doing to remedy the situation. It only that was accomplished as easily as it is said.