Time to be Tired

I feel like I'm tired all the time. In high school, I used to sleep from 10pm on a Friday night to 10am on Saturday morning. I loved doing that. And sometimes I would take naps on top of that. Well, I can't sleep in to 10am anymore, but rare is the day that I am up past 10pm. But I suppose that's all part of this grand circus.
Our washing machine has been having problems and yesterday I walked past that part of the hallway and there was water and lint everywhere. I pronounced the washing machine dead. We bought it used, but we decided to go new for our next one. I think I'm developing a phobia of picking out large appliances, so I told Stephen it was his job. Also I had to work, and he didn't. He is much more methodical in his approach, whereas I tend to have my list of criteria and often just go price-efficient. I pretty much wanted a reasonable size tub and energy efficient, but I did end up telling Stephen to forget about the glass door, because it was completely unnecessary and he doesn't watch the laundry go around anyways.  Let alone do it. But all is said and done and it's coming tomorrow and I am oddly excited to do laundry.
My next OB-GYN appointment is over a week away and nothing has really changed in the last week. I feel nauseous, tired, and hungry, all the time. All I was craving yesterday was sweet baked goods. Cinnamon buns, brownies, cheesecake, doughnuts, or anything covered or containing caramel. But I made myself some healthy peach yogurt muffins that were just sweet enough to take the edge off. I still want all those crazy sweet things, but we don't have much butter and I can't find the yeast, or anything else I'd need to make any one of those things, so we'll see if I either break down and buy something, or somehow make it through. I'm trying not to gain too much weight here, but at the same time, when else will I have such an excuse for guilt free eating?