Well, the happy news is that I had a good doctor's appointment on Monday. Due to my miscarriage history, I requested an early sonogram to be able to see a heartbeat---and there it was! Nice and strong, with a tiny white spot on the screen that is my baby. What precious reassurance.
Not that the incessant vomiting wasn't indication enough that some being is wreaking havoc with my innards right now. But still, it never hurts to be reminded that I'm puking with a purpose.
I'm 7 1/2 weeks along now. My spirits are definitely better than they were a week ago, in part because this week has been less physically traumatic, and in part because I know I have a week less to be sick than I did then. I'm thankful for the life that is within me, and will be even more thankful when I can enjoy being pregnant from somewhere other than my bathroom. :)