10w2d and a nose like a blood hound

I have developed a rather complex relationship with food at the moment. Call it a love-hate relationship. I need to have it, but the sheer thought can be off-putting. Apparently the increased oestrogen makes your sense of smell more acute during pregnancy. Giving cravings but also extreme aversions to food.

No exciting cravings to report so far, like pickled herring with strawberry jam or something of the kind. Something cool to tell the kid later. I only crave a lot of food. Not in one go, but many small portions over the day. In fact if I don't eat I feel nauseated, so I keep a stock of health bars and satsumas in my bag. My A.N.S. as Jonny named it: my anti-nausea system.

There are many aversions on the other hand. Cigarette smoke is my nemesis at the moment. Okay, that is no food, but still. I can't stand the smell. Unfortunately I can smell people who have smoked from ten feet away. Yesterday I had to step out of the waiting line in the post office because the guy behind me smelled like an ashtray. Furthermore, I am not keen on garlic, salt and vinegar crisps, cod or left-overs.

A bit erratic, I fully admit. It gets worse. Jonny and I went out for lunch the other day and I got some Camomile, Honey and Vanilla tea to have with my sandwich. It seemed like such a good idea and fully supported by the healthy eating pregnancy brigade. 'Cos 'naturally caffeine free'.

Until it arrived and I had to ask Jonny to please please please take it away. The smell made me wretch. The sandwich boy kindly brought me another cup of tea and inquired what was wrong with the previous cup. To which I replied: "it's not the tea, it is me"....