I'm going back in time with this one, to July 2007. I was pregnant with Teyla, still in my first trimester, and that bone-numbing pregnancy exhaustion had me in its grasp. (Still there, by the way.) (Just kidding. Sort of. But there are some days I wish I had an excuse for my weariness, other than, "Mommy couldn't bring herself to stop reading blogs last night.") That also explains why I'm posting a repeat, by the way. Enjoy.
So today, when I finally managed to drag myself into the shower around 12:30 PM and then needed to take a nap from the gargantuan effort of all that sudsing and rinsing and repeating, I decided some coffee might be in order.
I normally [heart] coffee. It's my friend. I drink some every morning with a splash of flavored cream and thoroughly enjoy the smell, the taste and the energy it brings.
Until I'm pregnant. Then the aroma of freshly brewed java becomes anathema to me. It's like the smell of fresh vomit. Utterly repulsive.
Given that, I haven't been drinking much coffee for the last few months. My poor husband keeps trying, especially on the weekends when we would normally split a pot of French press. "Are you sure you don't want any coffee?!?"
Ummm. Yes.
Until today. When I woke up at 1:45 PM and remembered that:
a. I needed to clean my house ASAP so it would be ready for a potential showing this week.
b. I have two children...
c. ...who hadn't eaten anything all day besides a bowl of cereal and...
d. ...the three-year-old might have had an accident while I was sleeping, due to the appearance of a large wet spot on his shorts, which were now firmly deposited on my computer chair.
Energy needed. Immediately. Form of -- coffee. Wonder Twin powers, activate.
I found some day-old Starbucks Sumatra in the thermal coffee pot. I poured it into a glass, threw in some ice and turned to my fridge to find some cream.
And that's when I saw it -- the gift from God. A brand new container of Coffee-Mate Peppermint Mocha cream. As you might guess, it's a "seasonal" variety of flavored creamer. (Want to take a guess at which season?) It was a tad past its sell by date, but seeing as most Coffee-Mate creamers have nothing natural in them, I wasn't worried. No dairy, no spoilage.
I splashed some in and brought it to my lips.
Mmmmm. It was good.
So I drank the whole glass. And then had another for good measure.
Thus, I am writing an entry on my blog at 12:41 AM. When I should be sleeping.
It's just so hard to be still under the covers when my legs won't stop twitching.
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