An Intellectual Preganany

Nomi is about three months along now, and we have what I call an 'intellectual pregnancy'. You see, Nomi doesn't look pregnant at all. She doesn't feel particularly pregnant, and the only way we know she's pregnant it the ultrasounds and the fact that we haven't had to visit the feminine hygiene aisle since August.

Which is not to say we aren't experiencing the effects of pregnancy. It's manifesting itself in much weirder ways, mostly her sense of smell. Her sense of smell has become highly sensitive. Without warning, she will catch a whiff of something, and it will make her nauseous. This has caused some problems, as often what causes her discomfort is me. I'll want to come up and kiss her, but the scent of my freshly brushed teeth will nearly cause her vomit. I'll climb into bed and she'll need me to keep my distance, less she lose her lunch in the sack.

I try to be the caring, sensitive husband she needs, but I admit it hard to be understanding when she says things like, "Please don't touch me," or, "I need you back off; your breath is making me nauseous." I know she's pregnant, but sometimes I don't understand she's pregnant, if that distinction means anything to you.