For a few days now Mary has been noticing a heightened sense of smell. Last weekend we walked through the North End and she kept calling my attention to this strong garbage smell or that strong garlic smell. Throughout our relationship I've been the one to complain that the woman in front of us in the airplane was wearing too much perfume, or the neighbors downstairs were cooking something funky. Now the tables are turned. She called me just now to say that she had been stuck in a meeting at work where the smell of the white-board markers were too intense.
Of course I'm thinking "get the hell out of there, this is the worst possible time for strong chemical fumes" (because, obviously, I'm now an expert in fetal development, having studied several web pages on the topic in the past two weeks).
Will the reality of this whole thing begin to sink-in only in response to perceived dangers? Right now our lives still feel almost completely unchanged. Something about that scares me, makes me feel inadequate. I have the sense that if I were any kind of prospective father, I'd be thinking and behaving very differently than usual, starting right away. As it is, all we've done is think about clearing-out the junk we've piled in the second bedroom.
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