I cannot believe I have been blogging for about a year and I have never devoted a post to my first nonhuman love. Oh the deliciousness....fellow addicts know exactly what I am talking about. Popping the tab, or better yet, ordering the Sonic 44 and taking a sip of the icy cold goodness. It just makes me giddy thinking about it.
When I read things coffee drinkers write, I always think how adult and sophisticated they sound. Quaint and warm is the picture of someone curling up with a good cup of coffee. I tried it for a while. I really tried. I wanted to be grown up...with my Starbucks in hand as I shopped. I wanted to use the cute mugs that came with my dishes. I really did. But I just couldn't get it. My sweet husband kept telling me to quit trying to conform. If I had to try this hard, it was just as immature as giving into the peer pressure to drink in high school...which I never did for that matter. So I quit. Cold turkey. I still enjoy a Starbucks Vanilla Frappacino but lets face it, it is more milk and sugar than it is coffee so it doesn't count.
So now, I proudly open my Diet Coke first thing in the morning and sip. It just makes me happy. I kick into gear and begin to feel like I am sneaking something special into a mundane day.
It was the forerunner, actually the only true thing I grieved when I got pregnant. Giving it up was the hardest thing about pregnancy for me. Not to mention realizing I could not have it for the months that followed her birth because of breastfeeding (believe me, I needed it :))
So all this brings me to my funny story. We were on vacation this past week and I was sitting in the back with AK reading a People magazine. I flipped the page to a Diet Coke ad and AK exclaimed, "Mama's! No, no!"
Oh the horror! My 20 month old baby knows a Diet Coke can by sight and knows the scolding that follows when she tries to touch it. Hey, I love the stuff but my baby is NOT putting it in her body! Hehe!