Skip to main content

Crying Over My Peppermint Mocha

My word! I was *huge.* But man did I love being preggos!
Well, it is officially the lead-up to Christmas.  How do I know? Starbucks.  The red cups are back, and so are my favourite hot drinks.

The other day, when Hubbs bought me my first peppermint mocha of the season and I took my first sweet, creamy sip, I nearly burst into tears.  No, the coffee tasted fantastic, and nothing was wrong with it.

But I was overcome with emotion because it suddenly dawned on me that the last time I had tasted the delicious minty-choco brew, Baby Loquacious was still a little bun in my oven, and not a precocious little sassypants in my arms.  That first taste, as it settled into my taste buds, triggered some sort of sensory memory of my pregnancy last winter, and I was awash again in the emotions of anxious excitement as I anticipated my little girl's arrival.

Last year, around this time, Hubbs and I were going through our prenatal courses.  I remember well the "Movember" experience of having him stroke his gross patchy 'stache throughout the day, while our instructor attempted to impart valuable info into our overwhelmed, as-yet-childless minds.  Every morning that we had a course, we stopped at Starbucks and I grabbed a grande (sometimes venti) peppermint mocha to perk me up and get me through the long training days.

When we'd go for "autumn" walks or winter strolls on the brisk sunny days of December, I continued to enjoy my peppermint mochas, hand in hand with Hubbs and postulating what life might be like once our precious baby arrived.  Oh, we were so naive! ;) 

Funny how our senses have their own recollections, and how something so small as a flavoured beverage could take me down all sorts of memory lanes.

Yep. Definitely a sassypants!
Anyway, the moment has since passed and I've had several peppermint mochas since this memorable one, and no, I did not burst into tears with every sip.  In fact, I don't recall having any emotional reaction whatsoever following this initial little outburst.

However, as we enter into the Christmas season and other seasonal things catch my eye, I am certain that I will be flooded with memories of my last DINKy Christmas all over again.

And next year, when I have my first peppermint mocha, I'm sure I will think back to this year and wonder how my baby got so big already.



Comments

I've had 2 already! Be careful... I've had 3!!!! Emails from tired of being pregnant readers letting me know they are pregs with #2... Next year could be a redue if last year... Oh and she is the cutest sassy pants I have ever seen!
Ms PR said…
Awww.. they do grow up really fast, don't they? You looked radiant as a pregos lady! Glad you liked being preggies. I totally didn't. :)
Mrs. Loquacious said…
@April - I *want* a #2 so I actually don't want to be "careful" ;)

@Mrs PR - Thanks! I think I was biased because my pregnancy was so symptom-free, *and* for the first time ever I didn't care about being fat! :D
~Rain``` said…
It is so interesting how certain tastes bring back memories. Enjoy each stage, as you are.

Popular posts from this blog

Gone with the FLLO - Traveling with the Clek FLLO

In previous posts, I've already detailed the awesomeness of Clek's FLLO seat, so no need for redundancy here. The true test of its greatness lies in how well it travels, since it is meant to be a "compact" and more portable version of the gargantuan FOONF.

Now, to be clear, we purchased a Clek WEELEE bag to transport our car seat on our flight to and from Maui, *and* we checked our car seat with our airline, which I know is a big CPS Tech no-no. They argue that any car seat that has been checked is as good as crashed, because the potential rough handling of the seat by the carrier compromises its integrity and could damage it internally. My experience (now that I've done it) is this:

a) The Weelee bag is very well padded and sturdy. Once I had the seat properly placed inside the bag, I felt that it was as good as any seat in a styrofoam-packaged box. The bonus, of course, is that unlike a box, the Weelee has a telescopic handle and deeply-grooved, rugged wheels, …

Outgrow. Outlast. - The Finale of Our BF Journey

To be completely honest, I almost didn't write this post. While I'm usually fairly open about my opinions and parenting choices, I've held this one pretty close to the vest in recent years, because it is a more controversial - and personal- decision than most others. Sadly, it is one that many Western mothers are also unfairly judged for, despite it being completely natural in many other parts of our world.

The choice: full-term, aka "extended," breastfeeding. Little L and I chose to continue our nursing journey beyond age 2, and 3, and even 4. In fact, we only weaned a couple of weeks ago. We had already stopped nursing in public and nursing on demand several years earlier, but it was only recently that Little L was ready to completely wean from her nighttime and early morning sessions; she had finally outgrown her need to drink from my milk. The most clear signs of this were her growing desire for "privacy" and alone time, and her "nye-nye"

An Eyeliner Switcheroo

For the past several years, I've been a very loyal Stila Stay All Day Waterproof Eye Liner fan. I mean, I use the stuff every single day, and I like to do dramatic wings on my eyes, so I need a quality eyeliner that is high pigment, won't smear, and has an amazing fine-tipped brush that will let me draw my eyeliner wings to a very long, dramatic tip. My standards are exacting when it comes to liquid liner. 

That said, my wallet hates me for it. Those amazing liners cost $30 a pop, and they only last a couple of months at the rate that I use them. 
So, as any responsible adult tries to do, I've attempted to save money and find a cheaper alternative. I've used all sorts of liners sent by IPSY, or bought at my local drugstore. Unfortunately, every attempt I've made has resulted in great regret. The brush applicator was too wide or too short. The eyeliner smudged too easily. The pigment wasn't dark enough. You get the idea.
However, I think I've finally found m…