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This is out second pregnancy, and I remember Mrs. McLargehuge being a little unusual (cravings and stuff) during the first trimester of our first pregnancy. It’s not like I ever caught her sopping out the bottom of a sardine can with the end of a Boston Creme donut, but she did alot of the stereotypical pregnancy weirdness, i.e. replacing the foundation of the food guide pyramid with ice cream, dislike of synthetic fabrics, inability to sleep.
But this new pregnancy is so different. The ice cream thing hasn’t materialized yet but she’d picked up this weird Daredevil/Spiderman like sense that detects mildew. For the last week she’s walked around with a can of lysol and coated every surface in the house. She’s washed the kitchen floor twice, once with pine cleaner, and once with bleach. She’s bleach soaked and washed every single linen in the house, twice, in two days. She smells it everywhere no matter what how much she cleans. Now I am no olifactory novice and know the smell of mildew, but to be honest I haven’t even hit a whiff of the stuff all summer.
Now, as I was making noodle soup for lunch she sniffed my shirt accused me of smelling like mildew.
Anyone else ever been through this sort of stuff. Right now it’s quirky and whimiscal so I am not worried that she’s developing OCD or anything, but I’ve never been accused to smelling of mildew before and it sort of took me by surprise.
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