Thursday, January 8, 2009

Not Breathing Easy

They say each pregnancy is different and I am finding that to be true. With Piccolina I was really gag-y and nauseous. With this pregnancy the nausea is not nearly as bad but the gas....Oh the gas. I will have to take before and after pic of my belly for you to fully appreciate the extend of volume I generate throughout the day. In the morning I look normal for a gal who is still in the 1T. By the evening I am so bloated I look 4 months pregnant. So much so that people might actually rub my tummy but the joke's on them becasue they'd probably just jiggle out a ginormous fart. Embarrassing? Yes. But it would certainly cure them of rubbing bellies.

The one symptom that is the same is the sharpening of the sense of small that makes one's stomach quiver. For me, it's not all smells or the usual smells. Coffee? fine. Cream of Mushroom soup? Yes please.

No, for me THAT smell is breath. Not even bad breath (although, good-God if it's bad, Lord help me). It's just breath. And I can smell it. From across a room.

While standing in lines I have to hold my hand over my mouth because I can smell the breath of the person in front of me and the person in back of me. At meetings I can identify the individual breath of every person sitting around the table.

I've developed a coping mechanism. I carry a pack a Trident gum with me and pass it around. Usually a few people take a piece and it seems to help.

OK not so bad. I can deal with some breath every now and then. But here is the part that makes me a little sad. Mr. Peeveme's breath also makes me gag. It's not bad. Like I said: It's breath. And I can smell it. Even minty-fresh breath makes me gag. When I was pregnant with Piccolina I had to finally ask him to stop kissing me on the mouth becasue it made me gag. I felt soooo bad telling him and he was kind-of hurt but I could not take it anymore. Even just a quick peck hello or goodbye was unbearable. It really sucks to not be able to kiss your handsome husband and know you have hurt his feelings.

It looks as though I am getting to that point again. I have not told him. I just keep turning my face a bit so that his sweet, loving, nauseating kisses fall on my cheek. It's so cold. I'm hoping he gets the hint and I don't have to tell him he makes me ill.

Poor Mr. Peeveme. Between my not wanting to kiss him and my horrific gas I'm amazed he still loves me. Ha Ha sucker. You got married for better or worse.

14 comments:

Lori said...

This reminds me of a line in "Fiddler on the Roof" right before the son "Matchmaker." Yenta is setting up a blind girl with an ugly man:

"The way she sees and the way he looks, it's a perfect match!"

OK. It's very different.

Marie said...

With my son I had heartburn and baddd gas so perhaps..Its a boy??

So sorry about the breath. I have saliva issues in general and worse during pregnancy. I didn't like kissing either nor drinking after anyone.

dreamsandfalsealarms said...

I think that Emily at Not taht you asked, couldn't stand the smell of her husbands hair, clean hair, but hair non the less.

wereyoulookingforme said...

Your post made me laugh - I think Mr. Peeveme will love you no matter how gassy you are or if his kisses make you nauseous. Does this last your whole pregnancy or just the first trimester? Pregnancy symptoms are so interesting...

Jewels said...

I am so with you on everything, the gas is a nightmare - I also suffer from extreme constipation and have resorted to drinking prune juice morning and night to help (which has also helped the gas a little) but I college boys to shame.
And smells are so awful to me too. I can’t stand the smell of Reed at all, I even slept in the other room the other night because his body scent was gagging me. Actually I can’t stand the smell of people, even my son I'm trying to get him to shower and change clothes (when he already has) just so I can hang around him.
Peoples breathe? I don’t smell it unless it's bad or good - but either way, I can’t even chew gum myself because the smell and taste of the mint (if too strong) gags me. But bad breath is just downright torture.

areyoukiddingme said...

I didn't have it too bad, but I remember the smell of a certain type of soap and most shampoos would make me nauseous. When my doctor asked me how I was feeling, I said "everything smells awful." I think I offended him because he replied, "Hey, I showered this morning."

Pepper said...

I love the last two lines, LOL!

If Mr. Peeveme doesn't catch on, maybe you can casually mention that story about standing in line or sitting around a table in a meeting. Then you're blaming everyone else and not him. I'm sure he'll get it after that.

I'm sure he will be okay. It's all for a good cause, after all.

nancy said...

Oh no! that's terrible. I'm weird about breath too but not clean minty breath. I'm so sorry! :~(

I've barely had any belly rubs this pregnancy. It seems people ~are~ being cured of it and I am so very sad. So sad. I love it.

Teresa said...

Oh God that was hilarious. I'm laughing at your misery dude. It's just too funny. How long will the breath thing last based on your experience with your daughter?

Oh heck yeah I have Elvis tattooed on my wrist. It is the coolest thing ever so far..wait for my next tat though..it's on it's way!

tonya said...

I SO had the 'cannot stand anyone's breath' thing when I was pg with my son. A friend put it well: when her husband ate a breath mint on his way home from work (for her sake), she smelled... bad breath AND breath mint! It didn't help!

It's funny in retrospect but I remember how horrendously nauseating it was at the time. I hope it eases up int he 2nd trimester.

Lorraine said...

Poor husband! He'll just have to show his love in other ways, like making cream of mushroom soup...

Brenda said...

Oh that really is too funny! I am doing better with the smells, but what still gets me? THE SMELL OF MY OWN PEE. I dare say I am not sure I really new the smell of my own pee before...but now...and with all the extra liquid that we have to drink...ugh!

chicklet said...

The breath thing and your Trident is hilarious. People are probably telling their friends about this gassy lady in line handing out gum... ;-)

renovationgirl said...

My sister-in-law was so excited to buy brand new butter colored leather couches for their new house. She was newly pregnant and upon delivery, realized that leather was her "breath." For almost seven months, she got up and walked right out her front door to avoid the smell. Sorry about your breath issue...soooo awful!!!