When a friend from long ago wanted to get pregnant, she went to great pains to ensure her body was a temple of health before, during, and after. I remember raising my eyebrow at some of her more extreme measures and quietly shaking my head. Now it's my turn. And guess who's doing the same thing? Ah, the irony. Let me be a shining example of it.
The soonest I can get the go-forth-and-propogate blessing from my doctor is in August. In the meantime, I've been charting my temperatures, looking up baby clothing patterns, and just generally getting all baby crazy. My latest "do something" plan is to cut out caffeine.
Generally, I don't drink a lot of coffee or tea; perhaps three cups a week. But as soon as there's a self-imposed rule against it, it's like I've got to have it. Yes, I know that they say you should limit caffeine but you don't have to cut it out completely. But, like that dear friend of mine, if there's anything I can do to increase the chances of conception and a happy healthy baby, I'll do it.
On Weight Watchers, we're taught that if we want it, we can have it. Chocolate cake? Chips? You can have it! Doesn't quite work in this scenario. I like caffeine.
Even still, beggars can't be choosers so I tried the next best thing and found a substitute. Decaf or "faux" coffee as I like to call it. I'm trying to pretend it's real coffee. If I squeeze my taste buds and mind juuuuust right, I can almost believe it.
But really, who am I kidding? It's like cauliflower fauxtatoes instead of the real deal. Okay, maybe not that bad, but perhaps caffeine withdrawal is making me exaggerate...but only a little.
As I sit here sipping a cup of fauxcoffee, it's become apparant that sometimes substitutes don't always work. If I can't have the real coffee, I might as well give it up completely until such time as a Teeny Trim comes along and is off breast feeding.
It's going to be a long year.