We're still a little ways out from the infamous third trimester, but we did have a conversation the other day that makes me chuckle every time I think of it. Marga was looking at a shop window that I wasn't interested in. I was looking in wonder at a jewelry store window full of diamonds and sparkly expensive things. I called Marga over, gestured towards the jewelry, put on my millionaire face and said, half-jokingly...
Erik: "My love, if you could have anything in the world, name it, and I'll buy it for you."
Marga: [glancing briefly at the jewelry] "Well, what I'd really like is a donut from that bakery over there."
The person we were waiting for arrived, and no pastry or jewelry purchase was made.
All cravings of late have been citric in nature. Oranges and tangerines don't last long in the fruit bowl.