Please don't take my sunshine away - Part 3

I was scheduled to come back in for my 3rd u/s on 2/6/09. S and I had been planning a trip to Atlanta, Georgia to see Metallica live in concert. Metallica is S's favorite band and they have grown on me too. We had planned this trip, bought the tickets, and reserved a hotel room weeks before we got our BFP. Now, with everything going on, we weren't sure if we should even go. We decided that it would be best to go to the concert and try to have a good time. We needed something to get our minds off of what was going on, off of the very strong possibility that we were losing our baby. The concert was on the night of 10/4/09. We arrived in Atlanta early that afternoon and checked into the hotel. I was tired and feeling sick, pregnancy symptoms that my body was producing. We took a nap and got up that night to get ready for the concert. I had been feeling sick the past few weeks and I would throw up sometimes. I knew it was a long car ride to Atlanta and back so I brought a SpiderMan popcorn bucket to be my "puke bucket". I am glad I brought that bucket. On the way to the concert I started feeling really nauseous. I grabbed the bucket and puked and puked and puked. S was driving on the interstate trying to find the concert venue and rubbing my back while I puked my guts up. It was a great time. After throwing up I felt better. We arrived to the concert and found our seats. The concert was great but I still felt horrible. I started feeling sick again during the concert so I sat down and enjoyed the rest of the concert in my seat. On the way back to the hotel I started being mean to S. I don't know why. No, I do know why. We were losing our baby and there was nothing either one of us could do about it. This sucked. It wasn't fair. I was sad. I was mad. I took it out on S that night. We got back to the hotel room and I layed down. S went outside to smoke (he quit smoking the beginning of this year, yay, I'm so proud of him). The flood gates were let down and I started crying. By the time S got back to the room I was bawling my eyes out, sobbing hysterically. S held me and comforted me all night. I didn't sleep well. I knew it was only 2 more days till we had our final u/s.....