6 Weeks Pregnant=Sick & Emotional

Yeah, so I'm 6 1/2 weeks pregnant and I'm so sick! It's so much harder to do this being pregnant thing when you have to get up in the morning to take care of your kids.
I had an especially crappy morning that started with a 5 minute vomiting/dry heaving session, followed by a pounding headache, and an overpowering, crippling sense of nausea not relieved by the aforementioned puke session. I barely made breakfast--pancakes for the kids and a piece of dry toast for me, fed Cooper his pancake, and then went outside to eat my toast.
As I sat there, I started thinking about how I seemed to get more miserable and sick with each passing day and how I still needed to take care of the kids I have. I wondered why God made it so that women have to feel like crap when they get pregnant. Wasn't there some way He could have made the hormones, or whatever other bodily changes that occur during pregnancy, not affect us so much? Why does it affect some women and not others? And after thinking about all of this, feeling miserable, and being riddled with pregnancy hormones, I started to cry. I mean, like a real sobbing, hard cry...
I had left the door open, and Cooper came walking out. He saw how sad I was and immediately wrapped his little arms around my neck and pressed his chubby cheek against mine. This made me cry even more, so he held me tighter for probably a good two minutes. Then he pulled away and looked at me with his big brown eyes, said "Momma?," and then smiled his contagious little smile. I had to smile back. Who would have thought that a 19-month-old toddler could be so empathetic and caring?!? Could he really understand my feelings in his little egocentric, self-centered world? Maybe for that one little moment, he did. I so appreciated that precious little moment, and it made me feel better emotionally, though not physically.
I have since decided, today, to try to do as much as I would have done had I not been sick. I have a husband and kids to love and take care of, a house to clean, a job to work, friends and family to talk to, church callings to attend to, and a slew of other reponsibilities. If I have to puke and cry the whole way through it, then so be it.