I had forgotten one of my least favorite parts of pregnancy until recently: the Super Nose. My nose, which usually is pretty much useless, suddenly smells everything. And it all stinks.
At least, those seem to be the only scents I notice.
And worst of all, I always seem to assume that it's me that stinks. Even when it makes no sense. This morning, at toddler gym, I smelled poop. I kept sniffing all my stuff to make sure it wasn't me. Never mind the fact that I am wearing clean clothes. Or the fact that I checked the diaper bag this morning and there were no extra surprises. And we can completely overlook the fact that I don't generally smell like poop when I leave the house. Somehow, I was convinced that it was me. Until someone took their kid to the bathroom to change their diaper.
And I'm realizing that most of the places that I like to take Miles smell bad. Like sweat. Or feet. Or both. Because they are all places where kids are running, usually without shoes. I just never realized how much little kids can stink. (But, somehow, not my kid. I sniff him regularly to make sure, and he smells like soap and sunshine, and occasionally of a dirty pull-up, but never of sweat. Weird.)
But it doesn't stop there. I got a new crock-pot for Christmas, and used it for the first time yesterday. The smell of new plastic nearly drove me out of the house. At the grocery store the other day, I nearly choked on some lady's bad perfume. And let's not even talk about the stink of the gas station. Yuck.
I miss my normal, useless nose.