A Way in Which This Pregnancy Is Different From the Last
(On the off chance that you care.)
Instead of craving—and eating my weight in—strawberries, the smell of them makes me gag. Every time I open the refrigerator, I half-retch at the stench of perfectly fine strawberries that reek of rotten, poisonous fruit flesh.
(For the record, English muffins smell like bad foot funk, but only while being toasted. They're fine beforehand and afterward. WTF, hormones?)