If you hate me for complaining about pregnancy, hate on; this is a very, very bad day.
It's pouring.  All day.
I have week 14 nausea again.  Nothing has passed my lips but Gatorade and I am keeping it down somehow.
Reflux is amazingly never-going-away persistent.  Sleep was in 15-minute increments.  Mysterious hip pain kicks in when I've been asleep a few hours.
Carpal tunnel is painful but I feel too sick to even take a Tylenol.
I'm scared of going into labor, and scared I never will.  I'll be 35 weeks on Thursday.

I'm grateful for my husband, my baby, my friends, and that I have no major complications and no major obligations.
But oh, today sucks so much.