Memory by Smell

This post falls under the category of very random happenings.  So... I've been trying to figure out why the smell of the hand soap in my bathroom sort of makes me feel sick.  I finally realized that it is the exact same soap that was in the bathroom at my office in Washington DC.  The bathroom from my first trimester pregnant with Sarah.  I spent many a nauseous time in there just sitting, gathering myself and splashing water on my face.  Looks like it's time to find a new hand soap with a smell connected to better memories!