The general consensus is that yesterday utterly stunk. I puked. I dry heaved. I cried on my husband. I drooled on the couch. I spit on my pillow. I had horrific nightmares (leading me to spit on my pillow).
Only three good things came out of yesterday:
1) The baby’s fine.
2) Ian gave me a backrub.
3) I slept by my husband the whole night through.
Today must be better.