Apparently, I was mistaken. I had thought that when the pregnancy nose kicked in, that I would know. I think that if you suddenly inherit a super power, you should be aware of it. I mean, Spiderman definitely knew when the radioactive spider bit him; Johnny of the Fantastic 4 certainly realized it when he turned into the human flame (are you impressed with my nerd level yet? I can keep going...). But it seems that when I came to be in possession of a bloodhound-approved super sniffer, no one bothered to tell me. I just went to the grocery store, easy as you please, and started shopping.
Everything was going fine, produce wasn't a problem... just making my way through the store. And then I got to the bakery. I love baked goods. I mean, what about these:
One of my very favorite things is cinnamon rolls. But when I got to that bakery section, it seemed that Ingles was pumping straight cinnamon and sugar out of the air vents and onto my face. My gosh. I had to interrupt an employee eating lunch to ask her where the bathroom was, because I thought I was going to vom. It was rough. It wasn't until later that I realized that Ingles wasn't experimenting with a subliminal message that went wrong, but rather I was smelling things more violently than before.
I have yet to find an upside to the super sniffer. Perhaps it's because we had 2 extra dogs in the house last week, and they all breathed. so. much. Perhaps it's because Handsome is officially in love with bicycling when he comes back from his 20+ mile rides (done in the heat of the day) he is, shall we call it, ripe. And wanting to hug me. Since it's August in SC (and everywhere else in the world, ha ha...), there aren't a whole lot of flowers in bloom for me to smell from far off. Strong food smells still make me a bit nauseated. So yeah, no perks yet.
It's just weird. I may or may not have passed someone the other day because I could smell (through my windows up, driving down the road) that they were smoking a cigar and I didn't want to smell it. When I passed them, they were indeed smoking the cigar. I felt a bit like the world's best detective, so perhaps a self-esteem boost is the perk. But really, I'd trade it. I feel pretty good about my small accomplishments in general, I'm in no need of more encouragement.
I still forget that I have a super sniffer. Friends were over and I apologized for how bad Duke smelled. They didn't smell anything. It's just me. I'm beginning to catch on, and sometimes I'll start to complain about / apologize for a smell, and then realize that no one else smells it. I watch for context clues like scrunched up noses and suspicious glances. Maybe I really am turning into the world's best detective.
Any smelly stories out there? Lucky for me, there isn't smell-i-vision yet, so feel free to share :)
Wishing for a nose plug,