What I hate passionately about being pregnant, smelly neighbors edition.
Somebody across the street and up a house or two is having a ginormous cookout. I know this because my entire house is now filled with stinky charcoal-with-way-too-much-lighter-fluid aroma. So nice for them that they’re having supper. I was having a pretty good day, headache and nausea wise, but that’s out the window (or in the window?) now, and I certainly won’t be enjoying--or even eating--mine.
Pffffffft.
Of course, I’m the sort of person who used to feel intensely guilty for smoking on my own front porch because someone in another apartment might be able to smell it, so I may have absurd expectations, but I don’t remember grilling with charcoal to be so amazingly difficult that it resulted in a toxic cloud hanging over the entire neighborhood.
In any case, one of the things I find terribly upsetting about this part of pregnancy is how much it puts me at the mercy of other people in some ways. All I have to do is smell the wrong thing and it’s all over. Gets boring fast, you know?
But how amazing that it’s not the usual suspects pissing me off! 
Since this is in relation to your being pregnant, shouldn’t that be a GYNormous cookout?
[looks innocent]Posted by Nathan on 07/12 at 09:08 PM
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