My babies are adorable. They’re also thieves.
And I’m not talking about my belly button, though that still hasn’t come back, and I’m afraid it never will. Once it popped, it just can’t stop?
No, I’m talking about coffee.
I LOVED coffee. At one point in college I had a four cup per day habit, but had recently cut back to one beloved cup each morning. Fair trade CSA coffee, brewed in a French press, no less. For most of my pregnancy, I continued to have my one cup of coffee per day. It was a ritual I continued to enjoy, and clung to perhaps more tightly since I was deprived an evening glass of wine.
Then, sometime in the 3rd trimester, when I was the size of a house, something weird happened. Coffee no longer tasted good to me. I’d make a cup, thinking maybe something was just off the day before, have a few sips, and then find myself unable to drink anymore.
Now, promptly upon delivery, my heartburn, which had reared its ugly head after such foods as say, a glass of water, disappeared. My bladder was suddenly able to hold more than a teaspoon of liquid. But my taste for coffee has yet to return. And you know what that means?
I am enduring newborns, without caffeine.
Heaven help us all.
The above photo is from our newborn photoshoot, which I will write all about very soon. In the meantime, you can see more photos on the website of our amazing photographer and friend, Christen Byrd, whom we highly recommend.