I too heard "the baby'll be just fine" throughout my 23 weeks of hg in 1999, and I thought, "good, but what about me?" Even the thought flooded me with guilt, but I was just plain angry when I found out, upon my third hospitalization for dehydration that I could have taken Zofran all along. It was the one doctor in the practice who actually seemed to have a sense of empathy (and coincidentally the only woman) who finally said she was willing to fight the insurance company if need be in order to get me the medication I needed to quell the vomiting.
In all those weeks, despite my depression and thoughts of termination, no doctor in the upper-end Great Neck, Long Island, NY practice asked how I was, offered a referral to a therapist, or suggested a site such as this where perhaps I could receive some support and not feel so alone. I had and still have a wonderful, supportive husband, but I could have used some words from the experienced. Perhaps this site address could be posted, or distributed via fliers in ob offices.
I am still struggling with the thought with a second pregancy, but it's nice to know I was not alone.