Last year when we visited Portland, OR, I was in the throe[up]s of my first trimester of pregnancy with Margot. I was horribly repulsed by the smell of any fragrant foods, and the last thing I wanted was a hot lunch on a hot day from a food truck. It was a missed opportunity, that wasn’t really missed at the time. 
This time around, even with baby in tote, I was not going to pass on some of Portland’s famous grub on the go. My Chicken Pesto sandwich and side salad was quickly and deliciously prepared, and tasted more artisanal than food from most sit-down restaurants.
I wish I had pictures to share, but I don’t. As soon as the food was placed into my hands, it was devoured. Sorry, not sorry. I think my husband, sister-in-law and I shouldn’t have skipped breakfast. Maybe then we could have savored lunch a little more. At least we didn’t miss a great opportunity to celebrate Donut day with a trip to VooDoo Doughnuts!
We also happened upon an estate sale in a (mini) mansion near Forest Park. The three story home, with epic views of a lush valley below, contained mod furniture for sale, top of the line gym equipment and a closet full of designer clothes–nearly all in my (current) size. I picked up a pair of designer jeans that seemed to be sent from God to fit my awkward post-pregnancy body.
Lucky, lucky, lucky.
The weather, food, sights and sounds were all agreeable in Portland; but most things are when you aren’t thirteen weeks pregnant.
Yea Yea Pueblo 
Good grief, I can relate! My parents visited Jacksonville when I was in my first trimester and chose to tour the Budweiser plant, complete with free tastings at the end! Breweries smell awful when you’re pregnant…in fact, like you said, everything else does, too.
What a great trip! We will be tempted to make the trip ourselves next month when we come to Lacey. Or maybe I won’t be able to leave Margot’s sweet face!