Baby Chronicles: Agent Orange & Other Weirdness

I just came from the kitchen here at work. Three times. Yeah, I know. I went back three different times because, as usual, nothing really sounded good and so I was sampling different options. So, I came back to my desk and unpacked a plate full of baby carrots (orange), a bowl full of cheese doritos (orange), and a Sunkist soda (orange). Now, is it just me or do you think it's weird that I ended up with 3 snacks all in the same color?

For the record, Leechie was highly in favor of the carrots, which were juicy and crunchy delicious. However, Leechie was not too much on the doritos or soda. But, after a fourth visit to the kitchen, Leechie did approve of a Slim Jim (odd, I know but I don't think this exactly qualifies as meat to my vegetarian child). And now, I'm feeling a call for the sweet midget pickles I saw in there earlier but I am trying VERY HARD to resist this urge. Isn't all that other crap enough!?!

In other news, I have been noticing a pregnancy phenomenon that I find absolutely endearing and hysterical. It seems that people (usually men) fall all over themselves to do stuff for me now that my belly is pooking out. They want to open doors, pick up stuff, carry stuff, etc. It seems that, all of a sudden, I'm incapable of opening a a door or pushing an elevator button. Yesterday at McDonald's I was about 4 steps away from the door when a man sprinted across the parking lot to open the door for me! The other day, I was at the grocery store and a man even wanted to unload my basket for me! Umm... I put all that stuff in there, I'm pretty sure I'm capable of taking it out.

Ya think it might be because they feel subconsciously guilty about their 10 second role of "fame and glory" in comparison to the long, hideous 10 months we endure? People are so strange and amusing.