Hey! This soda tastes like an ash tray! What gives?

Last night for the first time I experienced the tainted smell and taste bud phenomenon that goes with pregnancy. This late. I hadn't really picked up on things tasting wrong or smelling wrong before, or at least not so distinctly. Tom made an awesome dinner for me. I mean, V.I.P. Rock n' Roll celebrity feast and all. He made rice, grilled onions and mushrooms on the barbecue along with a heaping salmon steak. Now don't go crinkling your eye brows over the high level of mercury in the salmon. I was just going to have a tiny bit. Anyways, Patrick my trusty neighbor was over and gave me a large mug of Dr. Pepper and ice in it. Immediately I knew there was something wrong as I put the mug up to my lips. I could smell cigarette ashes. And then I could taste them very strongly in my soda. And the soda didn't even taste like soda... like there was just.... something ...off. I watched him bring the clean mug of ice from his place and pour the soda in at my house. The simple fact that the mug had been in the cupboard of his very smoky house tainted it. But I never experienced that before and Patrick always smokes like a European in his house.

And then came the mushrooms. I was so excited to eat them that I kept pestering Tom how much longer I'd have to wait until they were done. So what a disappointing surprise when I bit into one after another and noticed a slight plasticky taste. I'm not doing justice to describe it. I don't know what could have gone wrong with putting white onion shards, crimini mushrooms, salt, pepper and butter in a pocket of aluminum foil and letting it sit on the grill for a long time. Tom was clearly hurt. He was all chatty and hyper and excited when I came home with news of good food, a blouse he bought me and some feeding starter bottles we'll eventually need for the baby. He had been a good hunter and gatherer and I crapped out by complaining about everything. But that is in general how I've been alot since the pregnancy started: bitchy and unsatisfied. Never before do I remember feeling so angry so easily, so irritated at just little things like how loud someone speaks, a small worry, etc. I've got the "every thing is a negative ploy personally against me" mind set and I know its just the hormones.

All of these amazing and difficult changes are worth it, but I miss how easy going I think I was in comparison. At the end of the evening cuddling up to Tom and feeling Persephone make the muffins on my hips and then feeling her vibrating purr on me made everything better.