Smell Aversions & Spacing Out

Well, the brain fog has officially settled. Talk about ditzy! At least three times this week I remembered to fill the jewelry steamer at work, but forgot to turn it on. Another time our jeweler came in to pick up repairs, and I stood there and chatted with him for ten minutes before he finally asked if I had any work to give him. My friends call it pregnancy brain. I guess that means it's not permanent. I've also begun to notice that the world smells funny. Even things that smell good are often too strong. Now, everyone knows what an avid coffee drinker I am. I consider it one of the major foods groups and the ultimate comfort food. Unfortunately, little micro-majesty has developed an aversion to this treat, so the very smell is apt to send my stomach churning. So our coffee grinder, french press and carafe sit idly by, Starbucks loses a loyal customer, and poor Dave is stuck drinking the instant freeze-dried stuff in another room. Other smells, like cinnamon, are still enjoyable, so I could sit near the christmas potpourri display at Macy's all day.