I wrote a few months ago about how many of the messages I was told about parenting were lies, but a few were true, like the amount of mental space occupied by poop. I have realized another one, lately.
I’ve gone from a latte a week and a couple of daily cups of tea, prepregnancy, to a latte or two a day, plus tea, plus the occaisional black coffee. I got an Nespresso espresso machine for my birthday, and now make a coffee for our commute in to work. I go for coffee with coworkers regularly, sometimes for my beloved Starbucks lactaid lattes, and sometime for the better free coffee found in our cafeteria. I drink a lot of tea. I sometimes have a diet coke in the afternoon.
And I’m still tired, a lot of the time. I totally am using caffeine as a crutch, because the baby’s still waking once a night to eat, and on bad nights, another time because she’s soaked through the cloth diaper. (I’m going to experiment with a disposable at night, to see if that can last for 12 hours.)
But in the mean time, I keep sucking back the tasty black stuff and acknowledge that this part of parenting I’d been warn about is true.*
* For me. David refuses to drink hot beverages. He does drink a lot of pop though, but he’s always done that, so who knows.