For a few days my morning sickness decided to take a vacation. I wound up making myself seek out disgusting smells just so I could trigger a gag reflex to feel a little bit better that I was still pregnant. Today my nausea really beat me up, Mike brought me home donut holes and I told him that I would eat them later. I napped, then had lunch, then went about my day and when I got home there was a shredded bag on the couch. SO UPSET. I cried to the point of making myself throw up. I know it's silly but I didn't ask for them, my husband brought them home as a nice surprise, and those have been a little limited since he doesn't want to get his hopes up about this pregnancy. I know he can just buy more, but it's not the same. This was supposed to be a nice breakfast treat and because I wasn't feeling well and I'm forgetful (I didn't remember them until the shredded bag remnants) my treat was wasted. I cried, threw up, and sat on the floor to cry some more. I feel like a two year old but they were mine, they were special to me. I like donut holes from the donut shop, the ones from the grocery store aren't the same. And the biggest part was that I didn't have to ask for them. That's huge to me right now.