8 previous pregnancies, 6 of which to full term.... and only now in my 9th, I see myself for as crazy as I must have been in the others.
I know my nose could out sniff a canine's and my needs to remove every stick of deorderant and wiff of perfume from the house is strong- but that's been happening since my 1st pregnancy. My problem now is tangerines.
Tangerines, the innocent, sweet, little, fruit has become my arch nemesis. The mere whiff of one sends me into nausea induced rage. Oranges are a little, but not a lot, better.
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