Ewww, Do You Smell That?

The other day I experienced one of the many strange side effects of pregnancy: a sensitive nose. While I was in the shower, Eric decided to cook some leftover steak for breakfast. (He's not much of an oatmeal kind of guy. Leftover enchiladas or Chinese food is more his style. Gross.) When I got out, the whole house smelled like Outback Steakhouse. Normally not a bad thing, but on that particular day, at that particular time, it was all I could do to not throw up my more sensible breakfast choice of yogurt. I immediately locked myself in the bathroom, turned on the vent, and stuck my nose in a bottle of hand soap until he could get the smell cleared out of the house. A foot of snow outside and we've got every window & door wide open and have gone through an entire can of air freshener. It's going to be a long eight months.