I'm so thankful for my morning cup of coffee.
During pregnancy, I had a long stretch during which coffee wasn't appealing at all (apparently, baby Aynsley isn't crazy about it) but I knew I'd need it to get through a day with Gwen.
Of course, being pregnant and nursing hasn't stopped me from drinking one cup of coffee a day (and it's instant, so it has less caffeine than if I brewed it). Actually, I remember ordering coffee with breakfast in the hospital and thinking that the food lady might judge me, but she didn't seem to do so.
This morning was a little more hectic than usual. After Aynsley was fed, I had to get her dressed and ready to run an errand. The dogs were running around, Gwen was running around, and Matt was busily tapping away on the computer. We had to go to the library and the BMV with the girls, and I was getting mildly stressed about the fact that our errand was going to interfere with Aynsley's morning nap.
Instead of getting flustered, I just sat down on the couch with my coffee. I smiled at Aynsley, I talked to Gwen, and I enjoyed a few moments of a heavenly cup of wonderfulness. Ah.
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