New Years 2015

I am referring to December 31, 2014 - January 1, 2015.

 

Considering our little winter baby is due mid December and that I am hoping my boobies do their duties in producing sustenance for the little bugger, it won't be until around her first birthday that I am able to consume alcohol or real coffee again.

 

The alcohol has never been a big thing for me, but goddammit I miss my coffee. It has been four months and one week since my last caffeinated beverage, and I will hold on to the fond memory of that blended Annihilator from Dutch Bros until such time I am able to partake in one again.

 

All this said. My hopes for New Years 2015 are as follows:

 

-Convince my lovely father to watch his grand daughter for the night and a big chunk of the next day.

 

-Go somewhere and get completely schnockered. Which should be cheap and easy to do since it will have been one year and nine and a half months since I will have had any alcohol in my system.

 

-When I wake up, where ever, the next day proceed to remedy potential hangover by ingesting copious amounts of coffee. True blue, fully caffeinated, beautiful amazing coffee.

 

I know, not really a mother of the year worthy plan. But, if you care to notice, ensuring my child is in the hands of someone for safe keeping is the first part of the plan, and the most necessary part. I think after all that time I should be allowed some small concession. I realize and understand that sacrifices come with having a child. So before you get your panties in a twist, understand that this is a 100% hypothetical plan.

 

Reality will more than likely play out as follows:

 

-Collin and I have nice dinner at home and maybe have a drink.

 

-We will struggle to stay awake until midnight.

 

-Wake up next morning, at home, in bed, and just have coffee with breakfast.

 

And as for anyone anti-coffee and its addictive qualities thinking, "Oh, but Alicia why would you drink coffee after not having it in your system for soo long?!"

 

The answer is quite simple. I effing love coffee. I have sacrificed so much to improve my health. Things, that though they were never good for me, I greatly enjoyed. Things like soda, candy, dessert foods in general, and smoking. Yes, I will still partake of the sugary stuff on occasion; moderation and all that jazz, but coffee... Ohhh, coffee, my sweet mysterious energizing lover, is the one vice I will never give up. Obviously I did for my pregnancy and I will continue to be cut off until I am done breastfeeding, but if it weren't for the preggo factor I would still gladly be taking in my two to three cups a day.

I can't explain why I am getting all defensive about something as trivial as coffee... Blame it on the hormones. Might as well get some use out of that excuse while I can, right?

So not really as apocalyptic as one might have expected. You can take heart knowing that THIS coming New Years will be rather apocalyptic for me and Collin. I am using the term in regards to the baby being an event that will change life as we know it, and lord howdy, she already has! 

Dinner smells so deliciously divine... Chicken Chennai Masala (my bastard combo of chicken, chick peas, and tikka masala) mixed with a ton of veggies! I will be serving it with dried cranberries on top (I love the spicy/tart combo!), and a smidgen of brown rice on the side. I hope you've eaten already, and apologize for any reading induced salivation. 

Now I am going to go kill my husband because he keeps talking while I am typing...

Like I'd let him off the hook that easily? By murdering him? Pshaw, I think not, this bastard in it with me for the long haul!! Muahahaha!!!!