8 weeks
I have come to the conclusion that my life sucks.
In the bad old days of insane asylums, and for a good deal of time after that, violent subjects were often given medication to make them feel nauseous - and it worked. Why? Because nausea is a powerful thing! I can't believe what people expect me to do, it is like they don't understand how bad I feel. You can't see it - it isn't like I turn orange while I'm nauseous - so I guess they just don't understand. Maybe they haven't had a stomach flu for a while, and can't imagine it lasting for MONTHS. BIL keeps asking if I'd like to go out with him and DH, to see a movie or go to dinner or something, and I tell him I want to avoid being out in public as much as possible - he doesn't understand this isn't a weekend thing - it lasts months. My poor kids stay at home with me all day (literally in the house all day) until DH gets home and can take them out.
A typical day:
9:00 Wake up. Try to get out of bed to barf without waking up the kids.
9:05 Try to make the kids & myself breakfast (something simple like cereal and peanut butter toast) before the nausea hits again.
9:30 Finish breakfast. Sit for a while and see if I will barf or not. If not, go online and try to forget how sick I feel. Continue to sit around all morning, snacking liberally on dairy items which for some reason, taste good (but cause incredible amounts of gas and diarrhea, as I am moderately lactose intolerant).
12:00 Try to make kids lunch without throwing up. Macaroni and cheese anyone?
12:30 Throw the plates in the sink and turn around without looking, to avoid throwing up. Go take the kids to lie down and nap.
3:00 Wake up. Throw up. Eat a snack with the kids. Sit on the chair watching the kids beat each other up until 5:00, when DH gets home.
5:00 Sit on the chair and try not to feel to sorry for myself while DH takes the kids out.
7:00 Try not to barf at the smell while DH makes dinner.
9:30 Try not to barf while bathing myself + kids.
10:00 Lie down exhausted, sleep again till 9:00 (and yes, I really am exhausted and yes, I really DO get like 13 hours of sleep every day).
See, life sucks. The other day after I threw up for the sixth time, I was shivering, feeling light-headed and shaking and I was getting really worried. It hasn't gotten that bad again, thank goodness, although I do see black spots quite often (they are little ones, they swim in front of me, it is very odd).
My mom keeps sending me nausea remedies to try

but so far, nothing works very well (although ginger hard candies can keep me from throwing up long enough to get through a store or drive home). And MIL comes once a week or so and takes the kids for a couple hours - they go do something fun. It doesn't make me feel a whole lot better, but it is nice to know they care.