Day 3 of Medication

I woke up anxious (big shock!) and took my Paxil right at 5am. I tried to go back to sleep, but to no avail, got out of bed at 6:15am. I decided to go ahead and take my Xanax also, since mornings tend to be more rough for me. All this time I was still nauseous, honestly what I would expect morning sickness to be. (Just so we are clear, I am not pregnant and even took tests to make sure). I decided to munch on crackers and trrrryyy to sip my protein shake. I turned on my relaxation music and it didn't seem to help. I heard my husband wake up and decided to pry myself off the couch and jump in the shower with him (sorry to gross anyone out, but we shower together frequently, just to shower promise-like our own little catch up time). I got in and we started chatting, as much as I could feeling sick. I starting brushing my teeth and hit my gag reflex. He just looked at me and said 'Uh oh, are you okay?'. I answered his question be throwing up three times all over his feet. I just looked at him and said 'Okay, I'm done' and got out of the shower.(now I can laugh about this, but at the time I was freaked). I immediately called the on call doctor and told him what was up. Of course my anxiety was freaking out, making me think I was dying and my body was rejecting Paxil. The doctor basically said 'blah blah blah, you didn't eat enough, your body is still adjusting, blah'. He did say to maybe not take the Paxil anymore until I talk to my regular doctor, but I am stubborn so still taking it.
I got off the phone with the Dr and decided to get up and get moving. I took Duke on a walk, and purposely didn't come home until 8:55am, so I wouldn't have to wait for my dad to get me. He showed up at 9am, and off we went to the zoo. To my frustration, it was further away than I remembered ( a whole 20 minute trip). It went well for the most part. It was nice to keep my body moving and walking. My dad kind of understands, as much as he can. When I got home 2 1/2hrs later I decided to try to eat something, and to lay down. This didn't really work, so I decided to clean instead. My body let me know it was exhausted by my tummy growling and getting light-headed, but I just didn't want to stop. I knew as soon as I stopped, I would start to feel sick again(thanks anxiety). Eventually my husband came home for lunch and I stopped moving a little bit. When he left I decided to take 1/2 Xanax and try to lay down. I failed and chose an interesting show (Comic-con documentary), so had to choose The Wedding Planner to actually sleep. I did get a nice 1-1/2 nap in, and woke up hungry and grumpy. My grandparents drove 2 1/2hrs for the weekend (my birthday weekend), and stopped by to look at our house in progress. I was feeling okay. Went home and my husband was 100% convinced I needed a smoothie. So throughout the day I didn't eat enough again, but I can't explain how difficult it is to eat. Instead of taking my Ambien, I wanted to try Xanax, hoping it would decrease my anxiety when I wake up in the morning.