I was running about 30 minutes late to work today due to morning sickness (yay). So I threw on whatever clothes I could find and it ended up being something that was super fitted, my bloat and curves do not look great at the moment. So I started crying in my car while eating my breakfast and ultimately threw up all over myself making my outfit that much better. So I go to work, looking like the michilin man covered in vomit and it turns out they didn't really need me. More tears. The only silver lining was that my coworkers dog was there and she looked into my soul and comforted me. Tell me this gets easier.