here we go again

I have to admit that this time the sick feeling isn't all consuming like it was last time...or maybe it is just that I CAN'T let it get the best of me like I could last time. My mornings are still rotten, and I have become friends with a little pink bucket in my bathroom...but nothing has ended up in it yet. I just like to have it there "just in case." The nausea is powerful, but comes in waves and seems to only be severe in the early morning. This, of course, is all pending my activities for the day. If I take it easy, less nausea. If I try to get out and about...more nausea.
This is, though, the first day of my life that I came to work without my makeup on. Even more important...I don't care. I left the house this morning after attending to an ill husband and a crying 15 month old. All while holding the precious pink bucket.
I managed to get to work on time...barely...and only taking enough time at home to pull my hair into a somewhat messy ponytail and grabbing a bagel to keep my stomach at bay.
At least my makeup-free look pulled some sympathy for the morning from my co-workers.