So, for the past couple weeks I have been blowing up the place with my gas. Not the normal funny squeaky or raspberry sounding farts, but an insidious, green, eyes-watering, acidic, biohazard coming from my bum. This... never... happens... to... me... Sure I get the little toots here and there, and occasionally they don't smell like roses, but never has it been like this. I didn't even get this with my first two. I totally lit the place up right before we left for work today and I acted like nothing happened and DH is standing there in the kitchen blinking at the back of my head as I left. I feel bad. Not really. But still, it needs to stop. I get so sick of walking it from room to room to try to dissipate it and trying to even the air quality out a bit. I even took to singing loudly in the shower to try to mask the sound - even though the smell just gets me worse because with the hot water it becomes like boiled farts. Don't try to imagine this. It is truly as bad as it sounds. I hope nobody else is dealing with this particular issue.