I had my first m/s experience. woo hoo! b was eating leftover sweet and sour soup (10 am) and I started to gag. I took lulu out to get some fresh new haven air and I almost fainted. I cannot stop eating red swedish fish - they're all I crave! (but they don't have any calcium or protein or folic acid or vitamin c... sucky.) I napped. b fixed his flat tire. we took down the christmas crap. we went to a party where I was told (at 6w1d) "don't tell too many people, don't buy nursery furniture and don't choose names until at LEAST 8 weeks." the hostess is an ob. I freaked out! I've already ruined the fun of a BFP on my own, thank you. I napped more. I knit nothing. we fixed MY flat tire. went grocery shopping. had tears of joy! got locked out of the apartment. b had to bust through the ac unit in the side of the house (after waiting for a neighbor who owned tools.) went out for breakfast and ate too much (food tasted like nothing. b said it was good.) had more tears - fear induced this time. wrote thank you notes. read 4 pages of my book. stepped in dog poop (not lulu's.) obsessed over how slow these days are until "at LEAST 8 weeks." marveled over the fact that someone hit the smurf mobile (aka rental car) smashed the light and destroyed the bumper while parked in my designated, and supposedly safe, spot at the condo. thanks for the hit and run asshole!
like I said, it was a "quiet" weekend.