One of the generally not so nice things about pregnancy is the heightened sense of smell that most women experience. Even some of your favorite smells can become horrid when they are ten times stronger than normal. Of course, when you live with a toddler and four animals (not to mention a husband) most of the smells in every day life aren’t so pleasant. That’s why I didn’t find it out of the ordinary when I smelled something strange on my way out the door this morning. But, when I came home and still smelled the awful smell, I had to find the source of it.
My nose led me to the couch and when I didn’t find anything there I looked underneath. There it was. A sippy cup wreaking of sour milk. My best guess is that it has been there since either Friday night or Saturday morning. As mentioned in my last post, we’ve barely been home over the last few days and I didn’t miss the cup during that time. I cracked the cup open just enough to confirm my suspicions, then chucked it in the trash. No need to torture myself by trying to clean it out.
As awful as it was to find the cup, I have to say I’m thankful for my pregnancy nose right now. I can’t imagine how much worse it might have gotten before I found the cup otherwise.