Anyhow, I'm wondering about what the rest of you went through, not only physically but emotionally as well. Besides the nausea, I've had spinal injuries and the constant heaving caused wrenching muscle spasms throughout. I felt so horrible, and I had so much pain...I really found myself resenting my pregnancy. Then I felt guilty for resenting my baby. I didn't blame the baby, but I had negative feelings and felt like a jerk for having them. I knew several women who had those picture perfect pregnancies where women feel "glowing," healthy, happy, and ready to take on the world. I hated them for it (not REALLY, but...), especially when they had the audacity to TELL me about it while I felt like I was going to die, and felt guilty for that too. I felt guilty for the envy, I felt guilty for the resentment. I wanted my baby, but I hated every minute of pregnancy except for a few thrills of first baby kicks, and then I felt guilty for being so ungrateful for the fact that I CAN have a baby when other women can not (also have a friend who suffered multiple miscarriages and a stillbirth. I knew she would have lived through the illness gladly if only she could have a live baby at the end.) Did the rest of you have feelings like that too?
I had all of those things running through my head. I felt awful (physically, mentally, and emotionally).
DH and I planned our pregnancy- I even charted my temps and the works! I was READY to have that baby! I found out on June 23, 2006 that I was pregnant. I was barely pregnant then! I think I was like 10 DPO when I got the positive. I started testing days before that.

I tell everyone I had exactly one week of pregnancy bliss, then it all went downhill.
I remember laying in the hospital (my 3rd or 4th stay). I had the feeding tube catheter in my chest (which I had to have surgery for), and no one could tell me when I was going to feel better- I felt like I would never feel good ever again. I cried to my mom that if they couldn't make it better I didn't even want to have the pregnancy.

And it broke my heart to think that way. I wanted that baby so badly, and here I was considering ending my pregnancy- I was just so desperate.
And I felt guilty and wretched for having those thoughts. I lost my job (I had only been there about 1 1/2 months so they let me go since I obviously wasn't coming to work if I was going to be in the hospital all the time). I was worried about our finances- we needed my income. I felt guilty because my husband had to take care of the bills, the house, the pets and go to work. I could see how worried he was, how stressed he was. I had to move into my mom's house so that DH could work but someone would always be with me. He had to bounce back and forth, between our house and my mom's.
Intimacy? Not so much. And although I didn't really feel up to it, I definitely felt very lonely, and I know DH did too.
I was angry that it was happening- this was NOT the pregnancy I had envisioned! I was angry that many people seemed to think that it was in my head, or that I was being dramatic or being a baby about it. No one had ever heard of hyperemesis. I didn't even have the energy to shower. And smells? Everything made me sick.
No one understood (including the doctors and nurses) that if some food sounded good to me, I had to eat it right then, and right there. Immediately. And it would be something that you aren't "supposed" to have (like cream cheese mixed with salsa and tortilla chips). I tried to explain that if I got a craving, then I *KNEW* I could eat that thing and not throw it up. The docs and nurses wanted me to have a bland diet, and I can't explain it, but it just doesn't work that way. I needed the freedom to eat whatever sounded good at the moment (which usually was NOTHING). So, when I did get a craving, my mom would do whatever she could to get me what I craved as fast as possible, just so I could eat something, anything.
ANd I felt guilty for not wanting to be pregnant anymore because at least I could have a child. But, it just felt unfair that it had to be so hard.
I was scared because I had to take so much medicine. I eventually ended up in the ICU with blood sepsis (a bacterial infection of my blood likely due to the catheter in my chest).
So, yea- I can relate.
I did start to feel better at around 5-6 months. And actually, I enjoyed months 7 and 8! Finally! But, it was a long, and very hard road.
*edited to add; I keep looking at your beautiful daughter and wondering if that might be a Bows4Maddie bow and tutu?
The bow is a Wee Ones bow, I believe, and the tutu is from Gymoboree.
