Gut Wrenching

Today is NOT a good day. I'm currently out of Zofran and have to wait until Monday to get anymore thanks to a wonderful snafu somewhere with my refills. For those of you who don't know, Zofran is basically the only thing that keeps me from getting violently ill all day, every day. So, no Zofran, then ... you guessed it. Vomit central around here. This morning I even got sick in the kitchen sink IN FRONT OF MY SON. I hate that. Hate it with a passion. I hate it even more that it scared him and I couldn't go immediately to him and assure him everything was okay because I was too busy wondering if I actually would vomit up my entire stomach and random other internal organs this time around. Luckily, Daddy was still here, heard the goings on and came out to both help me and soothe Alex. I still hate it. I'm just in one of those crappy mindset's right now where I just want this baby to be born already so I can be DONE with this sickness mess. I have no more energy whatsoever, and have NO idea how I'm going to handle tomorrow when I know it will be even worse and I won't have Daddy around to help. Lord give me strength, it's got to come from somewhere and right now I just don't have it.