You want a new post do you? YOU WANT A NEW POST? Let me entertain you. So I haven't been my usual congenial self lately. Though I have hurled but twice, yet everyday for the past oh, I don't know, I have had to suppress the urge to do so. Because suddenly I have a heightened sense of smell so keen I could be used to track down criminals. And what an incredible smell I have discovered. My house reeks. That air-freshener I so enjoyed a couple weeks ago, my shampoo, the refrigerator, the garbage cans, toilets, the carpet, my children, my husband. *shudder* Even my own scent makes me dry heave. I also have a severe aversion to anyone touching my stomach, or having to change diapers, or having to move at all really. And I cry a lot, all of which make it more challenging to be my home-making, outgoing, ever-witty self. But I don't like to complain. I like to look at the glass half full. Like at least I know I stink. Some people go through life never realizing. And I imagine that could really hold you back in your various endeavors. Thursday, September 4, 2008
If You Can't Say Something Nice.
You want a new post do you? YOU WANT A NEW POST? Let me entertain you. So I haven't been my usual congenial self lately. Though I have hurled but twice, yet everyday for the past oh, I don't know, I have had to suppress the urge to do so. Because suddenly I have a heightened sense of smell so keen I could be used to track down criminals. And what an incredible smell I have discovered. My house reeks. That air-freshener I so enjoyed a couple weeks ago, my shampoo, the refrigerator, the garbage cans, toilets, the carpet, my children, my husband. *shudder* Even my own scent makes me dry heave. I also have a severe aversion to anyone touching my stomach, or having to change diapers, or having to move at all really. And I cry a lot, all of which make it more challenging to be my home-making, outgoing, ever-witty self. But I don't like to complain. I like to look at the glass half full. Like at least I know I stink. Some people go through life never realizing. And I imagine that could really hold you back in your various endeavors. 
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I'm really glad you visited before you started realizing this aversion to smells, or else you may have permanantly classified me and my family as "smelly". Your enjoyment of Andy's "musk" as you call it and your shampoo, air freshener, etc. will all come back and be pleasant to you once again because you're around it constantly, but there are some places I visited ONCE when I was sick and pukey and they still make me wanna vomit. So great accidental planning!!!!
And BTW, how nice of you to entertain us is such a state. You're to good to us, you really are.
THAT'S what I'm talkin' about!
Genuinely, I'm sorry you've been so emotional. Shana never got sick, but she had bouts of crying from time to time, maybe because she had such an understanding husband. She must have been overcome with gratitude.
I am just another stupid man, I know, but I also know that whole sucky emotion thingy is real.
BTW, is Andy aware that his musk is being discussed openly in the blogosphere?
Thanks for the post. We went almost a week without a fix. Never do that again...EVER!
Annie is exactly the same way when she's great with child. She makes me change my deodorant, shampoo, and cologne every other day. Luckily for her, my natural "musk" smells like Old Spice, otherwise we'd have been officially separated during each of the pregnancies.
I recommend getting one of those bowls filled with coffee beans, that you see by the perfume stands- just a whiff of that to reset your hyper-powered senses. That way you can get back to the task at hand...writing more blog posts. You don't want hoards of needy blog fans angry at you...
Welcome back. I missed reading your posts, I kept checking back over and over again hoping to see the latest post. So I am so glad you have come back. I am not however glad to hear about the horribleness that you are having to endure, I can't imagine thinking that everything stinks and wishing I could stop smelling.
I'm glad you brought up the smell issue-I was just pondering it today. After my kids go over to a certain friends house, I have to wash everything that was there, because there is just a strange smell in the house that gets on everything and then comes into my house. It's not that it's stinky, it's just strange. Then I got thinking what if it's my house that smells strange and hers is normal? Well, I guess I'd rather smell strange because I don't like normal.
When I was pregnant, I remember bawling my eyes out while watching "A League of Their Own" and laughing hysterically at "Of Mice and Men."
It went something like this:
Tom Hanks: "There's no crying in baseball!!!"
Me: "Oh yes there is!! BOO HOO HOO!!!"
And then the latter went something like this:
Lenny: 'George. I like the rabbits, George!'
Gun: *Blammo!!!*
Me: HA HA HA HA!!!!!
Its flattering that you guys are so starved for posts that you're willing to listen to my pregnant whining! I really am sorry about that. I seriously started two different posts but couldn't get through them. Hopefully I can get some more creative juices flowing, or you may stop reading this blog after several weeks of crap like this.
Wayne, its for your own protection.
Well, that's twice in two days I've had my comment deleted.
Sorry, I must have had a a couple bad days there, but I think it's because I've been missing my Diana blog fix.
Ya know, withdrawal symptoms.
But Di, I appreciate that you have my health and best interest in mind.
I'll TRY to be not so, how shall we say, "douchebag-ish?"
I'm so sorry you're feeling horrible, My Di. It won't last long and then you'll forget, "guaranteed", as Dad would say.
I had never heard about the "smell" thing until I was first pregnant with Gina and told my Mom I couldn't stand my own perfume! She told me I was pregnant before I even suspected.
Please don't let us go without your delightful blogs so long. We don't care if you have to go vomit in the middle of writing! Just DO IT!
BTW, Gina has a funny new blog today. She's "rebutting" (love that word!) your "Van Cleave Family" article. It was just too "cute" for Gina, I think. but I loved it (mostly) and I love Gina's too (mostly), except the part about me having a bad temper!
Keep saving your brother, he needs it.
Di, you are the very smartest of us all.....(like my "southern" wording)The Blog-Master "Amferney" is a very wise man...you know what I mean? Thanks...
I understand, Diana. The smell of my spice cupboard always got to me. And for some reason, I can no longer be in the same room while the kids watch "Land Before Time." Isaac watched that movie A LOT while I was in the yucky stages of early pregnancy this time around, and now that movie makes me want to vomit.
Poor Diana! I'm so sorry your heightened sense of smell is driving you crazy. I would hate that. I already have issues sometimes with smelly dogs & husbands w/o being prego and I wouldn't want them to smell even more. EEEK! That's a scary thought! You poor poor girl. I feel for you deeply.
That picture says it all ... pregnant women are SCARY! WwhaaaHaaaaaHaaa!!
(I can say it too - I've been there 2 times before!) Hold on tight - - the ride is always 'fraught with danger' and as Tigger says - 'you just can't argue with a word like fraught!'
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