except to just power through and remember the beauty part--when it's over, it's over, and you have the biggest reward you will ever have.  The only reward you will ever have for major discomfort.  When I went to the hospital to have my son, I was dreading birth and looking forward to not being pregnant anymore.  But also, I had this sadness, knowing that he would probably be my last.  I kept thinking, "this will probably be the last time I'm in the hospital for a happy occasion."

My weirdest symptom was nausea triggered by "art".  My daughter's films, songs and books that I was tired of.    Most notably, the beautiful animated film Snow White, and this obnoxious little My Little Pony book.  Had me not only queasy but vomiting, every single time.