Today, I didn't feel nauseous hardly at all...and instead of being able to enjoy a break from it, I of course (are we sensing a theme yet?) worried because I wasn't nauseous. I still have other symptoms, so I think it was just a break from it for sanity's sake...and of course, I didn't have to work today, so I got enough sleep, ate when I wanted, and probably didn't notice if I felt crummy because I was just lounging at home anyway. But I still couldn't keep myself from worrying about lack of nausea. How pathetic is that? I wish I could just go to the doctor, be assured everything is fine, and know that it will turn out great in the end. I want some sort of guarantee (though I know that life doesn't come with guarantees and I really just need to trust that it will turn out)...it would make me feel so much better, and I would definitely be able to relax a bit more. I counted today, and about the time we celebrate our second anniversary, I'll be into the second trimester, and be much more calm about things, since the major threat will have passed.