This time was by far my worst but it was my 7th in 10 years. My body just seemed to shut down and I just remember crying every morning because DH had to lift me out of bed and it was just agony. I'd feel better as the day wore on, but for the last 6 weeks or so I had to sleep sitting up in a loungechair in our room. I looked pg earlier and was just a lot more tired.

Its probably the only thing stoppoing me going back again. 9 months is a looooong time, lol.