Friday, June 8, 2012

And on a Radically Different Note. . .I Stink

Pregnancy is a hormonal ride, most of the attention seems to be focused on mood swings, but I am here to tell you that I smell.  Generally not in a good way, more of a teen-aged-boy-funk kind of way.  It seems that this is true:

Courtney + Ninety-degree heat + Extreme humidity +Third trimester of pregnancy = Stank

So if you choose to sit next to me at dinner, go in for a hug or have me participate in an activity that requires me to raise my arms--Beware.

1 comment:

A.B. said...

As you know our senses at very optimal judging senses. I feared I was preggo the other day because I opened a box of sharp cheddar and it was st kiny. I think I have all hereditary judgement genes.