Joe

Upon Tristan's arrival, give or take an hour or two for recovering after forcing a human being out of your 'judy', I have a very important request for a loved one to fulfill. I must have a piping hot cup of coffee. Not the crap they give you in the hospital cafeteria. I want coffee. Doesn't have to be a mocha latte-special frilly dilly kind, but I want it to be good. Ideally, it would be from my own house. My pot. My creamer. However, knowing that it cannot be, it has to be from somewhere else. Plain coffee. Not flavored. With a lot of cream and sugar. Perfection. Despite the studies that say, you can indeed have x and y amounts of caffeine during pregnancy, I have refrained. From all caffeine. I think I had a sip of tea at a wedding and almost choked out of guilt. It is silly, really, but it was just the one thing I restricted myself from. That and feta cheese. Anyhow, I want it piping hot, not from the cafeteria and not fancy. Is that a huge request? I hope it is not middle of the afternoon when he comes because we all know what that means. Stale, burned coffee. I hope they, whomever they are, will oblige to making a fresh pot if that is the case. He will come when he comes. Wouldn't it be splendid to have him at 6 a.m. and then get to have a cup at a decent hour. Like old times. You have to understand, coffee and I have been friends for many, many years. Our friendship has evolved. We have gone thru dorm room small pots, to break room-industrial, to flavored and full. However, I am not high maitenance with coffee. I like my Folgers in the morning out of my hamilton beach or french press if I am feeling romantic. There has been some jealousy in our home for 9 months as Brent brews a fresh 8-cup pot both morning and night. He drinks 2 cups, but makes 8. I glare at the decaf container that I literally bought the first day I found out. I cried over it. Honestly. So, hopefully this request is not such a big one. Seems natural. I wish I could say since I have had any since pregnancy, I will just kick it. Why? Why on earth? It is divine. So, as my beautiful baby boy continues to grow inside of me, so does the anticipation of having that first sip of my buddy, joe.