Today I’m contemplating hot chocolate.
Generally speaking I love coffee. It makes me happy. It keeps me warm. It helps me open my eyes in the morning, or survive a late show night in the coffee shop.
But then this thing happened–the thing where babies come from, the thing I’m one day shy of 22 weeks into. You know, that pregnancy thing.
And now I don’t love coffee. It’s so sad. Hurts my feelings really. In fact, I tried my hardest to persevere when my nose turned sour to the drink I love the mostest. It all started on the fall tour to Indiana and South. How in the world do you survive 17 touring students, plus all the other people involved, PLUS driving millions of hours WITHOUT COFFEE?! Not possible. And don’t tell me to try tea. I’m going to risk “all things natural” that I may try to claim, but I don’t love tea. I wish I loved tea. I really do. So many health benefits. But when it boils down to it, I’ll tolerate my raspberry leaf pregnancy tea, or a cold care tea if I have to. But my mouth just doesn’t enjoy the taste of lightly flavored hot water. Not when there’s a bounty of flavor and taste in my coffee!
Unfortunately for me–but fortunate for season 3!--by the time the month long trip was over I could no longer stomach even holding a cup of coffee and pretending to drink it. I had to face the inevitable, coffee and pregnancy do not mix. It was a sad day. I prepared myself at the co-op with some raspberry leaf tea and got ready for my next months of darkness with out the drink I love most.
But I couldn’t do it. Daily raspberry leaf, that is. I need to mix this stuff with something. I mean, every day?! really?! how do you survive that?!
Hot cocoa.
That’s how.–not mixed together, that’d be gross.
But I’ve discovered on the side that I can sit and happily sip a hot cocoa just like I like to sip coffee. A little sweeter in taste–because it obviously requires whipped cream. Or marshmallows. Or both. So we’ve become friends. Close friends. It feels nice to have a warm friend to warm up with after mornings of sitting through the stale time of raspberry leaf. Maybe if raspberry leaf tea required whipped cream we could do something. It’s not you, raspberry leaf. It’s me.
So I’ve been wondering… did you know yet when you were at my house?? =) I do recall a half-drinken (drank? Drunk?) Starbucks something or other the night you arrived. Hmmm…
Hmmm, maybe it was the pregnancy weirdness, but I actually really loved my rrl tea this time around. I am a tea person though, I guess. I’ve never liked coffee (I can hear you gasp from here!). I’d let the tea steep for 20 mins or so, with a tbsp of honey, yum!
Add some chili powder, cinnamon and vanilla . . . to die for!
This is indeed a sad story. One of the hardest parts of pregnancy is cutting back on caffiene. I went totally cold turkey with Elijah – didn’t even take a sip of the stuff until a day after he was born. But this time I’m allowing myself a little every 3-4 days or so. Saddest of all is when you still LOVE the stuff and have to forgoe your morning french press.
So, what’s with this raspberry leaf tea? Something I need to drink?? Sounds kind of yucky.
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