The Caramel Macchiato

When I found out I was pregnant, one of the first things I did was alter my diet. I diligently read up on what foods and beverages I was allowed to eat and even went the extremist route and eliminated anything that had the potential to harm the baby.

This meant I said good-bye to sushi, soft cheeses, deli meat, hot dogs, all caffienated drinks, all alcoholic drinks, and poached eggs. For me, the most difficult sacrifice was the denial of a Starbucks caramel macchiato. It's not that I was one of those Starbucks-obsessed persons in my pre-pregnancy state, but that the occasional indulgence of a caramel machiatto was just that, an indulgence. And because my range of indulgences is limited to caramel machiattos and reality television, giving up the machiatto was a BIG deal.

Fast forward to Saturday. After nine, nearly ten, long months of no caramel machiattos, I indulged. Amy and Adam drove out from Berkeley to bring us lunch (grilled cheese that bordered on gourmet) and Starbucks. I inhaled my caramel machiatto and for the majority of their stay, Lola slept in her godmother's arms.


However, a few hours after Amy and Adam left, I suspect that the espresso made its way into my milk as Lola transitioned from a content sleepy baby to an alert baby to a wide awake baby. And she stayed in the wide-awake-baby state for HOURS. Of course, this made for good photos, but bad for baby (and mama) as she did not fall asleep until after midnight and then proceeded to wake up every hour.

The macchiato was amazing, but I don't think I'll be indulging again any time soon. :( While I love my Starbucks, I love my sleep much more.