As most of you probably know, I’m pregnant with baby number two. And if we want to get super technical up in here, I’m 12 weeks and 2 days along. At least that’s the 411 according to my last ultrasound. (Not that anyone’s counting over here or anything. I thought I was 13 weeks 1 day, but that’s another post for another time.) So far, things have been smooth sailing, apart from a couple weeks of nausea and some inconvenient food aversions – to basically every food on the entire planet Earth. Including delicious things like chocolate cake. And seriously, what kind of person doesn’t like chocolate cake?!?
Thankfully, the urge to vomit has passed and I actually enjoy eating most things again… With the exception of poultry. Because truly, nothing smells worse to this pregnant lady than chicken cooking. NOTHING. I’d rather lie on the road next to a dead thing and inhale deeply for several minutes than be anywhere near anyone grilling, broiling, baking, or frying the dreaded bird. And don’t you think you can simply mask the odor with a succulent coating of delicious barbeque sauce (husband, I’m talking to you here!) Because then it just smells like chlorine and butts covered in Sweet Baby Rays.
Nothing flies under the radar with pregnant nose. And I mean nothing. So heed this warning: if we hang out in real life and you eat chicken (or fart) I WILL KNOW. It doesn’t matter if you excused yourself and did it in another room four hours ago.
Growing a human does some crazy things to your body. I don’t remember the smell thing being this intense with the baby one, but chances are I probably just blocked it out of my mind. Did you have any weird symptoms while you were pregnant? Let me know in the comments!