Sunday café

The first appointment I had with my OBGYN after finding out I was pregnant with my first child went something like this:

“Take these once a day…blah, blah, blah…folic acid…blah, blah, blah…lots of water, blah, blah, blah…” Dr. Levinson told me.  “Do you have any questions?” she asked.

“Can I drink coffee?”  It was really my only concern.

“Well, there’s some evidence that large amounts of caffeine may lead to low birth weight, but moderate amounts should be okay,” she explained.  All I heard was “yes”.  I think I went straight to Starbucks to celebrate.  About thirty-eight weeks later, I had a nine-pound baby.

So what is Sunday Café all about?  I’m not entirely sure, but I know it will have a lot to do with my love affair with the bean.

This morning, I finally made myself a cup using the beans my friend brought me back from Colombia after Christmas.  Can you say smooth?  As a baby’s bottom?  Café de la Reconciliación is made by Azúcar Buena, “an exemplary population that tirelessly works to achieve a peaceful way of living through the production of coffee.”  It’s part of that whole Fair Trade coffee thing, so not only did I get my much needed morning jolt (I’m an addict, okay?), I was allowed to participate in a global movement that’s about sustainability, a decent living wage for coffee farmers and world peace.  Okay, maybe not world peace.  Whatever.  It was great coffee.

Tomorrow: Monday morning quarterback, what else?

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  1. Elizabeth says

    Coffee I gave up gladly. Ditto blue cheese, sushi and wine (OK, the latter was not gladly but with a PhD in Biochemistry I saw the reason behind it). My problem was that my outrageously handsome OBGYN (the effect of hormones, remember??) just didn’t want me to ride horses. Insanity!!! I ignored him, had the best show season of my career and only gave up when I really could not mount or dismount without several grooms to help me – sooo embarassing!!!

    I too had a healthy 8lb baby and I’m still addicted to my regular dose of equine therapy.

    There has to be a story here somewhere…

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