Yes. I am a bad mother.

The truth is that I haven't given up my morning cup of coffee (or two), sweet tea or the occasional fountain coke (heaven), while pregnant. I gave up beer. I gave up wine. And I can't give up the juice that gets me going in the morning. I wake up anywhere from 5:00 a.m. to 6:00 a.m. every day of the week for the twenty minutes to an hour of the day that I have ALL TO MYSELF. Some days the two-year old will wake up when I'm halfway through my cup of coffee and other days I get through two cups of coffee before the fun begins.

Considering that I wake up early to (hopefully) work from home while wrangling a toddler, I figure that if this growing baby can't handle some caffeine than I can't handle this baby. Besides, I drank coffee throughout my first pregnancy and continued throughout our entire nursing relationship and was blessed with an inquisitive, curious and busy daughter that I wouldn't trade for the world. Mostly.