Orange You Glad?
That old knock-knock joke about the oranges and bananas? My brother and sister and I would bust that one out at one another all the time:
(This is where you either ended up with the giggles or started to get annoyed.)
"Orange you glad I didn't say banana?"
This is all a big build up for a photo I had taken of my new favorite food: oranges. Odd thing is, I usually don't like oranges - something about the smell of the rind and the sticky hands and the fact that there is no really clean way to eat one of these pesky things - ugh. Was never my snack of choice. Reminded me of soccer game halftimes, when I'd have to shovel in a few slices of these, or wouldn't be able to have any, depending on my blood sugar at the time.
Of course, thanks to the magic of pregnancy (which has also given me a taste for seafood and taken away my preference for winter mint gum), oranges are what I'm craving most this week. Back in the beginning of my pregnancy, I was jonesing for citrus all the time, drinking pulpy orange juice right from the carton. Second trimester gave me a break from this indulgence, but it's back in full force. (Sidenote: And shoving the rind down the garbage disposal and churning it up in there actually makes the disposal smell good, which I thought was an impossible feat. Double-win for citrus!)
Tomorrow I have a few doctor's appointments at Joslin, including a follow-up eye dilation. I'm hoping that my eyes are clean this round, because I do not want diabetes issues dictating the arrival method of the baby. But I'm definitely on board with just "getting her here safely." Whatever it takes!
(And if you can serve up a goofier knock-knock joke than the old school oranges and bananas one, I'm all ears!)