LOVE THAT STINK

My olfactory system was extremely sensitive during my first trimester. Everything would make me want to yak. Everything. The scent of cooked food, my man's manly musk. Hell, my own perfume made me want to blow chunks.

Now the reverse is true. Everything smells damn good to me, especially synthetic things. I couldn't put the bar of Irish Spring down this morning. And the usual noisome scent of cleaning fluid the custodians use, I love it! I want to dunk my head in their mop buckets. And gasoline!

Mmmm...gasoline.