I'm debating when to call myself second trimester. I think I've settled on 14 weeks, but really, who knows. In any case, I'm only a few days behind you, rosemarino, so if you're calling it, then I'm at least going to say that I'm "in transition."
And so far here's what I've got. My husband is cooking lentil soup with tomatoes and onions and vegetable broth and cumin, all of which would have made me run out of the house to avoid puking a few weeks ago.
Today, even though I can't eat it (food sensitivities - it never occurred to him that he could possibly be cooking for two tonight, so he put stuff in that I can't eat pregnant or not), it smells good. Like it's making me hungry.
I'm by no means out of the nausea woods yet, and I'm still exhausted and gross, but something smells good. So does the bread baking, which smelled like death even a week ago.
Progress, I think! Come on, second trimester!!
(P.S. I still could only think of one thing I wanted to eat tonight, and when I found out we were out of it I actually started crying and curled up into the fetal position before I could think of something else. So, let's not light any fireworks and break out the champagne just yet.)