I woke up a jillion times last night. I smelled something. It smelled remarkably like…rotten onions. And it was bothering me.
I finally got up at 4:30 and prowled through the house to where I keep my root vegetables in a closet. I couldn’t smell anything bad in the closet. But I emptied everything out and found…a rotten onion. In a plastic bag.
I threw out all the onions, rotten or not…took them out to the trash can. And I took a bowl of cinnamon back to bed with me. The most silent and non-chemical smell masker I could think of at 4:30 in the morning.
Talk about a heightened sense of smell in pregnancy. A closed bag with a rotten onion fifty feet away through three rooms and a closet door. And the smell bothers me enough that it interrupts my beauty sleep.
I’m up for hire for the next few months if anybody needs help identifying strange smells.