15 weeks and missing food

So I made it to week 15. Our baby is comparatively the size of an apple weighing 2.5 oz and measuring just over 4 inches long. This last week was more depressing than anything. Ive realized how much a MISS FOOD! Before the baby days, I could put food away faster than most guys I know. Jon proudly tells people how "hot" it was the first time he saw me eating a burger and that I was keeping up with him eating his :) Anyway, my appetite has all but disappeared. Im currently in the process of teaching my body how to eat again. Its actually really hard. The first question Jon asks me each morning is "what can I make you for breakfast". He tried to get me to eat at 6:30am yesterday! My always ambitious husband is on a mission to get a fat baby out of me. P.S. I hate that my posts lately might be coming off as me complaining. For the record, I am just fine with all the not-fun things involved with the first months of pregnancy. I plan on doing this many more times and in my mind, there is no bad. Everything leads to that moment when Jon hands me our baby for the first time. How could any sick day over shadow that thought? The more we talk about that day, the better life gets! The hardest part now is not knowing if its a boy or a girl! I dont think I can wait 5 more weeks to find out!!!