Well hello there pregnancy symptoms. I have a little timid with this whole pregnancy thing since I wasn't feeling queasy and I didn't have that 'tell-tale' sign ofsore boobs. I spoke too soon. Today I am 6 weeks and that appears to be the magic number. My morning decaf mocha, disgusting and revolting. My morning yogurt snack, repulsive. I accidentally hit myself in the boob and let out a yelp that startled the dog. Last night all I wanted was meatloaf; today just the thought of it makes me crave a saltine.
Little lentil, your mommy loves to eat...a lot. 'They' say that someday I'll want food again.