Week Six

I hear by commence week six with a pray to the porcelain god. blah.

I don't know if I could ever do this again. I feel so miserable. I started spotting Sunday morning (at midnight) and spent all day Sunday in bed. Yesterday, I felt like a train ran me over and managed to drink some water, sprite and eat a few crackers. Today, I had to leave work before the day even began and threw up immediately upon my return home. I don't know how I am going to function like this....