Super nose

Let me make an announcement:  I am pregnant.  If I was past the 1st trimester, that would be followed with an exclamation point.  But since I am deep in the thralls of super nose, I'll keep it at a period.  Super nose, so dubbed by me, means that the sense of smell is multiplied by 100. Of course this doesn't apply to pleasant smells, only to the undesirable.  Things that I never knew had a smell now smell unbearable.  And bad smells, at least in my early pregnant state, inevitably lead to throwing up.

Each pregnancy has had a different worst smell.  With Ben it was corndogs and burritos (Dave must have been eating a lot of those then), with Alex it was fast food (like the bottled up someone brought it into their cubicle variety) and the smell of the heater kicking on.  With this one it's been the stale smell of our bedroom.  I don't know why our bedroom smells stale or even how to describe that smell.  Perhaps it's related to the fact that Dave has been working nights so someone is sleeping in there 2/3 of the day.  Regardless, neither open windows nor air fresheners keep the smell at bay for long.  So if you see me tucking my nose into my shirt or burying my head in a jar of Vicks Vapor Rub, you'll understand why.  The super nose has struck again!