Super Snout

Your dad called me Super Snout a few days ago, because he thinks I have superhuman smelling abilities. Not true. I've always had a good smeller. It's just that lots of things I smell bother me now:

• Coffee


• Whiskey


• Hand Sanitizer


• Lotion


• Dog Food (more than usual)


• Cooked Hamburger


• Fabric Softener Sheets


• Spring Mix Lettuce (prewashed/precut)
  

I've started holding my breath when I open the refrigerator and the pantry, and I can hardly stand to walk into the cafeteria and teacher's lounge at lunch time. Way too many smells.

All these things make me nauseous, but to date, I still have not thrown up. However, the worst smell yet, the thing that nearly put me over the edge this morning, was somebody's bad coffee/peppery/breakfast breath. I walked right into it, and it nearly sent me running for the trash can. So beware... I smell what you've just eaten.

Bean's First Picture

On Thursday, we saw you for the first time. So far, you're mostly white blobs on a screen--half head and half body, with thin little lines that are supposed to be your arms and legs. Needless to say, we were more than excited. I giggled a lot, which wasn't good for picture taking, and your dad grinned from ear to ear the whole time. You have a strong heartbeat, which we saw in the form of a fuzzy movement on the screen, and you're the perfect size so far. The tests from the blood work that we wanted to be negative did indeed come back negative. And all that good news meant that we went from 30 to only 3 percent chance of losing you. I had no idea we'd find that out so soon, and I can't begin to describe the relief and the total awe and joy and love that took its place.