Katie, Decaffeinated.

I have a confession to make. I love coffee. I really really love coffee. As my good friend and work buddy, Stacey puts it "coffee just makes everything better". I think Ben Franklin had it wrong, coffee is proof God wants us to be happy. But the strangest thing happens when I become pregnant. I can't stand the thought of the stuff. I mean I could use this instant repulsion as a very accurate pregnancy test. Before I even invest in First Response, I pretty much know what the result will be. I guess this is Mother Nature's way of protecting my babe. It's strange though, I find myself missing it. Morning playtime with Christopher feels like I have an amputation, without my stainless steel coffee cup in hand. And then there is the fatigue. I can only blame it on the pregnancy for so long. But I am a good girl, I pretty much steer clear of the stuff altogether. What makes me sad, and part of the reason I am writing this post, is the realization that the perky bubbly Katie is just a facade. Could it be that all this time it was the coffee talking? ....Come on January 27th, I want the old Katie back!