Pregnancy is bliss?

Last night was a turning point in my understanding of my own emotions about this pregnancy. I pretty much threw a temper tantrum. I pitied myself for having to endure the symptoms of pregnancy and to make things worse. . . I bought some fiber stuff at the grocery store that is supposed to be mixed in water and drunk quickly. If you ever think of getting this stuff as a fiber supplement, don't! It is so disgusting. It congeals quickly into a slimy, disgusting mess. I got two sips down before I vomited it and my dinner up. Then later when I talked to Patrick about it I began dry heaving just remembering the feeling and taste in my mouth. Later that night, when I tried to drink some water to swallow a pill--you guessed it--I puked. I didn't even throw up during my morning sickness period. The only good thing that I can say about this experience is that apparently I am much like when I was as a child, after I throw up, the world is all better. My headache went away, I felt nauseous no longer, and I was more awake--but I still pouted. I got into the Yoga child's pose on the living room floor, listed out all of the horrible symptoms of pregnancy and told my husband that I didn't think I wanted to have another child unless she was adopted. I know now that after getting my fiber intake under control and finally feeling my child within me, I will say otherwise. (hopefully) These are the times when I realize I chose the perfect spouse, he walked me up to bed and tucked me in. Then he stayed and held me until I was almost asleep. He knew exactly what I needed to calm me down. I love him so much for putting up with my moods and taking care of me the way he does.