Keeping A Record

I hate that I didn't keep records of my time with Max. I don't remember how he felt each month, and the changes I noticed in my body. And I feel like I lost something I can never replace. This time, I want a record. I want proof of this baby's time in my body, and everything I'm going through. I've been asking hubby "is this normal, was I like this last time?" a lot and we don't have the answers. So far-being 6 weeks pregnant. This is what's happening. I don't want food. Ever. Just liquids of varying kind. food I can only get down if I am distracted or eat it really fast before it turns to a gag reflex in my mouth. Though I have been, even though I hate this term, craving things. Like this morning I wanted a bacon egg and cheese biscuit. And yesterday blueberry pancakes. I ate about four bites of each and then couldn't handle more. I'm sooo hungry! Juice, milk, and broth have become my staples. Those and otter pops. My hubby is an angel. At about 11 on friday night I wanted them and we didn't have any. So to the store we went to search them down. I've eaten about 12 in two days. The other fun thing is sleep. I've become a zombie. Saturday I woke up at 11, got back in bed around 1, then woke up at 530. Back in bed by 11pm after an amazingly fun night with friends grilling and playing Settlers of Catan. Today was supposed to be church (oops) when the alarm went off I rolled over and cuddled hubs back go sleep. Noon wake up and Costco trip for necessities like contact solution and swifter cloths. We drove home and I vegged for a while before hubby and I played Super Smash Bros on his N64. We asked his brother for Mario Kart and then life will be wonderful!! I have about three minutes more before we have to leave and meet some church friends for gelato and an invite back to our house for beer and N64 fun!