24w&5d today. So far during this whole pregnancy all I've done is sleep. I sleep over 12 hours a day, I'm barely getting by at work, I come home and cry because I don't want to sit down but if I get up and try to force myself into chores or going for a walk I get dizzy and tired and can't breathe. I go to the store and cry because my husband is hungry and there's nothing to eat at home because 1) I don't have the energy to make food and 2) I haven't eaten a full plate of food in almost 25 weeks. Through this whole thing I have either thrown up everything I tried to eat, or if I manage not to upchuck I spend the next 4 hours with the worst upper stomach knots and cramps. It all feels and tastes like I'm chewing on garbage. I came home the day before yesterday and finally broke down because my husband started yelling at me that I can't skip breakfast and lunch and dinner and go back to sleep, that I needed to take care of myself. I started having a panic attack because I want to eat my meals and I AM HUNGRY but the sight of food does something to my body and it becomes this losing battle between my brain and my body. I keep trying to just enjoy each moment of my pregnancy, but after almost 25 weeks of this absolute torture and my doctor saying I'm perfectly fine, baby looks good, it will go away soon, I just want to give up. I hate myself right now and I just want to go somewhere and scream and smash things with a baseball bat. I just needed somewhere to say this 😿