The Hardest Part

There are two main things I like about being pregnant this time around: 1--the baby girl that will (hopefully and prayerfully) ensue; and 2--the kicks, swirls, punchces, and movements in my belly.  There's nothing that can quite compare to this feeling on this earth.  NOTHING. 

But then, there's the PASSLE of things I can't stand: the aches, the pressure, the 23 weeks of vomiting that I've had this time around, the heaviness, the waddling, the hip pain, the fact that if I walk around too long my left leg goes numb (yes, this has happened in BOTH pregnancies). 

But there's one thing I cannot STAND, and it is THE. HARDEST. PART. for me.  I know you're going to laugh, but it's this:

I cannot STAND having to limit my coffee intake. 

I know I technically can have more than one cup a day, but for me, I've set my limit to a cup a day, and that's what I stick with.  Because what I would prefer, is three to four cups a day.  And that's not allowed.

And, NO, decaf is not the same.  At all.  In fact, if you actually drink coffee, you know that it tastes very different.  In addition, I'm not a fan of how decaf coffee is processed. 

So, here I sit, on a Friday morning, and it's taken me two hours to drink my one cup of coffee, because I savor every last drop of it, until it's stone cold going down my throat on that last sip, and I wait until tomorrow morning.

And I think to myself...85 more days until she's born (approximately :), and then I think, good Lord, I have to make it through breastfeeding...

The sheer torture of it all...