I try to change my smell up every season. Its just a little thing I do. During the winter months, I wear a lot of vanilla and cinnamon and musky scents. I smell like a cookie. Sometimes I over do it, and I smell a lot like Play-doh. But when I get the combination right, its magical.
Around this time of year though, those richer winter scents start to feel a little…heavy to me. I know. I’m weird. Blame my mom whose obsession with candles, waxes, and all things smell-goody has been apart of my entire life. I pretty much associate all important things by their smells. To this day, I think of Chris whenever I smell grease because he used to work in a greasy kitchen when we were in high school. Its so strange.
Anyway, back to me.
As it was a tad warmer this weekend and a hint of spring was in the air, I decided it was time to change scents. I dusted off my Clinique Happy perfume (the ultimate in Spring perfume, if you ask me) and I headed off to Target where I spent about an hour smelling body washes. I finally decided on St. Ives Energizing Citrus. It smelled heavenly. Like a giant fruit salad.
But when I was in the shower last night, I noticed that it smelled really more like straight up grapefruit than it did a fruit salad. I smelled like I had bathed in a giant grapefruit.
As I was getting in my pajamas, I was still thinking about how I smelled like a giant grapefruit. And that’s when I looked down and noticed the giant grapefruit of a belly that I have sprouted in the past few months. I thought for a few seconds and then ran down to Chris, lifting my shirt to expose my large tummy.
“What does that smell like,” I asked him.
“I don’t smell anything,” he said, sort of freaked out.
“No?” I scratched my belly to get the scent really flowing. “How about now?”
“Its a grapefruit!” he said. “You look and smell like a giant grapefruit.”
And that, ladies and gentleman, is how I became the first living scratch ‘n sniff pregnant lady.