Coffee and foggy days

Today’s foggy on at least two levels.

I was up at 6:30 this morning with an awake and happy LyraMonster. I was more groggy this morning than I have been in a little while, though. Last week I got off easy – she was letting me sleep in till 8 most days, and 9 once! Saturday Adam and I got up with her at 7, played for an hour, then we all went back to sleep till nearly 10. That was exciting.

Before I was pregnant I would have a coffee (latte/cappuccino) maybe once a week. When I got pregnant, in the second and third trimester I started having a latte almost once a day in the afternoon. Now that I’m a mother of a baby that’s nearly 5 months old, I have reached a point where I feel like I need a cup of coffee in the morning to wake up. I don’t think it’s because I’m less able to wake myself up – I’ve always been a groggy zombie in the morning. It’s just that now I actually have to try and be functional enough to take care of a little person without dropping her or tripping over my own feet.

So yeah, I’m a coffee drinker. I actually use our awesome coffee machine on a regular basis now, and I bought a pound of shade-grown organic fair trade coffee.

This morning was a super foggy day – for my brain, and outside. It was one of those fall Vancouver days where the clouds come down from the sky and blanket everything. I couldn’t even see one street away when I went out on the balcony.

Lyra is fast asleep in the bassinet. I want to take a nap, but now I’ve had my coffee so I’m wide awake. Whee!