The other night I said to Terry while trying to decide what to get at the grocery for dinner that week..."Oh do you know what sounds good?" He quickly and excitedly responded with "What, what? Is it a craving, are you having a craving?!" "Well no," I said, "but just something that sounds good that we haven't made in awhile." "Oh," he said, sounding very disappointed then quickly getting excited again, "I can't wait until you have cravings and need me to go get something random for you at 10:00 at night!"
He's serious, I love my husband for reasons like this.
He came home from working out at the Y to find me just having woken up from a nap, snuggled in bed reading. I'm reading Anne Lamott's "Operating Instructions" - a journal she kept during her son's first year. I love Anne Lamott. She is blunt and rude and inspiring and full of a hilarious but heart-wrenching faith. However, you should not read this book prior to getting pregnant. She kind of makes you not want a child. :) Anyway, Terry said he had brought home stuff to make me a treat. A homemade smoothie (yogurt, banana, strawberries and orange) - yum. It was delicious and...well, heart. He came home and made me a smoothie.
Mostly week 6 can be summed up by naps, morning sickness seems to be fading, and when I sent this 3D 6-week picture to Terry, he said, "Awesome! We are the proud parents of a manatee!" We love you little manatee!