so this weekend my fiance was sick with a wicked cold. i thought nothing of it. this morning i woke up feeling terrible - but no fever so i remained calm. 5 p.m. rolls around and i get a wave of nausea like you wouldn't believe. i ran down to my bed put a bag in front of my face. i also grabbed my thermometer hoping to see a "98.6" - the result was "101.3" - my heart started racing and my mind was going just as fast. i put my head in the bag and waited- nothing happened. i had a feeling this was God telling me "hey, either you do it or you're gonna have one miserable night" after a few more waves i decided i had it. enough was enough. i forced myself through the v* motions. nothing came up but i still did it twice in a row. my nausea instantly lifted. i cried. i texted my fiance and best friend saying "I DID IT!!" i called my mom and they were all so proud of me. it is NOT as bad as i thought. it's not fun, but knowing that i will be okay - its the greatest thing in the world. there is hope!