Waking Early

This morning we went out for breakfast with our friends from NY.

Everything served at the diner we went to looked so good. I asked Darren what he was thinking of having because he usually has good ideas.  He asked if it would be weird to order “what that guy’s having”…Yeah, I think that would be strange. I looked over at the man whose dish Darren had noticed, across the way and two booths down. I couldn’t tell what it was, but yes, it certainly did look good! Darren ordered the Royal Feast. It had EVERYTHING! Everything breakfasty and perfect–yum yum and yum again! I ordered banana pancakes and out of choice of ham, bacon or sausage I had the sausage. I felt very good about my order because I had thought of more than myself while choosing, how wonderfully motherly of me! Deeder loves bananas and I knew he’d  enjoy their soft fluffy pancakes. He’s had sausage once in his life and adored it, so that’s why we had that.

For beverages I ordered milk for Diederick and, to my surprise, I heard myself order coffee for myself. “One milk and a coffee, please.” I told her to just give me half a cup–half a cup, half the evil. She gave me a full cup and I drank it. Caught up in listening to the grown-up’s conversation and on demand shoveling of banana pancakes into Deeder’s mouth it just happened. And that nice waitress lady kept coming back and filling my cup up. again and again and again. I drank three cups of coffee. I wasn’t happy at all with myself. Because I liked it. It was yummy! Bad bad. Tam told me not to worry, “It wasn’t very strong anyway.” True. The bad bit is that I enjoyed it!

I’m 12 weeks and I haven’t puked, and now coffee tasted good. Well, 12 weeks is nearly past morning sickness time all together.

Perhaps coffee being distasteful is only a part of morning sickness. Since it was so appalling I just assumed with Deeder that it was totally gross the whole nine months. It must have been one day postpartum that I was too tired to lift my head (let alone my body) off the bed of pillows on which I slept. Perhaps that morning I weakly cried out for a cup of caffeine. Darren probably brought it in and I was hooked again. Maybe that’s how it went.

I was just looking today at the babystrology image on my main blog. It’s supposed to show what the baby looks like in this stage. So beautiful! Tiny legs and arms, perfectly curled waiting inside for 28weeks to tick by. Daily getting stronger, internal organs already beginning to practice for the big environment change that will change his or her world forever. It’s written in on my calendar for June 2nd 2008.

Stay inside until then, Baby. I promise to be good and feed you healthy foods and beverages until you’re to be born. Hmm, well, after you’re born too. You have to nurse for at least 12 months.  No more coffee, or anything else on the bad list.