This morning I got up at 5:30am to go to the temple with my friend - a really awful hour for this pregnant lady.  I was gagging already while we were outside walking towards the entrance and was getting rather nervous about how I would handle the nausea on the inside, especially since I get really warm in there during a session.  When we first walked in, it smelled like bleach.  I can't stand the smell of any cleaning products ever since I got pregnant - not even my own deodorant.  It's really inconvenient.  I whispered to my friend that the bleach might be a problem, but I gave it time and I adjusted enough to manage.

Then after about 5 minutes, oh my gosh.  Someone near me had really bad gas.  I'm talking bad.  So very, very bad.  Luckily it only happened one time because I almost lost it.  I forgot about it the rest of the time and enjoyed the session very much, then later on my friend had me cracking-up so hard when she said, "The lady between us had terrible gas and it got worse each time!  I started praying really hard for it to stop so you wouldn't throw-up!"  I thought that was hilarious because I only smelled it that one time, so I guess her prayer worked for my benefit!  But my poor friend didn't escape the torture that was this sister's gas.    Maybe the two contractions I had during the session just distracted me from it really well.  I felt bad for whoever had the problem because they were probably pretty embarrassed.

Speaking of my deodorant problem I mentioned earlier, I just made my own.  I went to The Body Shop and settled on a peppermint scent.  It smelled good during that brief moment, but now after two hours of having peppermint scented armpits, I might have to rethink this.  If I could just have my sense of smell disabled for the next four months, my life would be so much easier.

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