I managed to push myself a little more yesterday, though at times I was literally dragging my feet. It's such an effort to move sometimes.
This morning, I'm sad about eggs. I usually love them, and they're a staple around here. For the first two weeks that I knew I was pregnant, I was eating them all the time. I kept a container full of hard boiled eggs in the fridge, and ate one now and then. But for the last week or so, the thought of cooking them, smelling them, is so gross to me. But I know they would hit the spot so well, especially in the morning. I had spaghetti with meat sauce instead of my usual bagel & cream cheese for breakfast yesterday, and I felt so much better. But the spaghetti is all gone now. Eggs would be perfect. I'm dreaming of dipping toast in a nice runny yolk, I know it would taste so good, but then I think of how they would smell and my stomach turns. Blech. So I'm eating a bagel.... again.