Coffee, coffee everywhere, not a drop to drink

Coffee is a habit I've had to forego right now and I am looking forward to starting up again, sometime in March! Oh, man, I wanted a cup of coffee so badly today, but I haven't been able to drink it since somewhere around week 6 of this pregnancy. I know better than to even try. I'll admit, it's not a health choice, I'd still be consuming coffee if I could, although obviously not in my typical quantities.

But, at this point, the smell sends me running and actually taking a sip is bad news for my whacked-out pregnant self. We're talking about an instant and violent reaction. It's ugly and just not worth it. It's also very unfair if you ask me.

I find myself glaring at that shiny monster lurking on the kitchen counter. I used to love it - a sleek stainless steel Bunn that can brew a pot in two minutes flat. Now, it's more like a big flashing neon sign reminding me of what I can't have. I'm having fantasies about Tony Soprano coming to my house to "off" my coffee maker. I'm sure he could make it look like an accident, such as an electrical overload.

Until spring, I guess I'll just avoid the damn thing, loathing its very existence. In the meantime, I'll just wait for Tony to show up to, ahem...you know...