Coffee! I Can Drink Coffee!

I guess the first thing I should report here is that I think I felt the baby kick yesterday. The first, little, tiny, kickety-kick, that makes you wonder… is that today’s lunch or a muscle spasm or is there a little creature inside of me who is finally big enough to karate chop my intestines?

But let’s be honest. The real thing that is noteworthy is that finally, after fifteen weeks of pregnancy, I have the stomach and nose for my beloved cup of coffee. Yes, small people kicking me in the gut are cute and all. But coffee will never grow up and shout “I hate you!” when it is fourteen and wearing black lipstick. Coffee likes to curl up with me every morning and ease me into my day. It likes to pep me up in the afternoon. It is a welcome guest when we get together with friends. And it totally hated my bitchy self when the worst of the pregnancy symptoms raged. And you know what? I hated it, too.

But we’ve made up.

Slowly, slowly, we’ve patched things up. First I could not even tolerate the smell of brewing coffee. Eventually that passed. After a couple weeks of not growing queasy at the stink of it, I poured a half cup and then set it back down, disgusted. Several weeks later, I tried it again. This time, I could lift the cup to my mouth, but couldn’t stomach the thought of actually swallowing it. Weeks went by. Dumb, but perseverant, I gave it another try. I took a meager sip and regretted it dearly. Horkville, USA. Population: me.

Finally yesterday, I woke up and wanted a cup of coffee. I actually wanted a cup of coffee. I didn’t just WANT to want it, like I have for fifteen weeks. I finally wanted it. What an awesome feeling. I am not up to drinking more than a cup a day yet, and may not for the rest of the pregnancy (and yes, yes, I know experts say to limit your coffee drinking during pregnancy and blah, blah, blah, but are any of those experts pregnant woman? Just the fuck wondering).

Yay, coffee!

Oh, yeah. And the baby kicking. Yay for small people karate chopping my guts!