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Sunday, February 8, 2009
My Fifth Sense
I feel like that kid in The Sixth Sense, except that I don't see dead people. Instead, I walk around the apartment whispering, "I smell things." And none of them are good. It's driving me nuts. I can't even walk into the kitchen, anymore. Even my sweet, pretty little girl is no exception. I find myself cuddling her, knowing she has on a fresh diaper, and yet I have to hold my breath, cuz she smells funky. Isaac thinks I'm crazy, but I blame our apartment. I'm pretty sure that all the nasty smells in town originate in our little space. Anyone want to borrow my nose for a few months? I really don't want it.
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You should know that it's not only your apartment. It's this entire complex. Trust me on this one, you may be able to smell it a little better than the rest of us (due to your pregnancy super-powers), but all of our apartments are a little smelly. I bought a Glade automatic air frechener thing, just to feel like I was being proactive about the problem. If you want to borrow it to see if it makes a difference at your place, just let me know.
Sorry, my lack of housekeeping skills and Katrina's lack of energy are combining to form an abundance of smells... soon to be smelled in as far away as my parents house in Colorado.
hehehe. i never had that problem. no sickness, no weird cravings, no big boobs nothing.
just a huge, fat belly!!!
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