>At almost 8 months, I realized how incredibly lucky I’ve been this pregnancy. All things considered, very few aches and pains, I’ve been able to keep up my running almost to my satisfaction (rounded out 3 miles yesterday and still felt great), weight is almost half of what it was this time with Bean, and haven’t had any crazy cravings or aversions. I have absolutely no cause for complaints.
However, I realized the other day that I cannot stand the smell of pretzels (John swears they don’t even smell). Unfortunately for me, they are one of Bean’s favorite snacks when we are out and about and a great deterrent to keep her from climbing out of shopping carts or pitching fits in her stroller. But with each passing day, the smells becomes more pungent and I am trying to keep telling myself that her love for them is more important than my growing propensity to yack at the mere sight of one…