I Am Soooooooo Addicted

I’m addicted to Starbucks.

There. I’ve said it. The first step is admitting you have a problem, right?

Before I was pregnant for Pumpkin, I went to Starbucks every Monday morning on my way to work, and sometimes I’d make one or two more stops that week. I tried so hard to limit myself to one cappuccino per week (those things are expensive, ya know?!). I went to the same Starbucks every time – so frequently that the barristas knew my order, and would start making it when they would see me. To some, that means I go to Starbucks TOO MUCH.

I didn’t think so until during my pregnancy for Pumpkin, and in those early days, even the smell of coffee just turned my stomach. I couldn’t bear the thought of even going near the place… so I didn’t, for at least two months. When I finally was able to go back without the nausea, they were so surprised to see me, and even asked, “WHERE have you been?!”

The barristas at my Starbucks of choice, Pat and Allie, followed my entire pregnancy, and when I went in with Pumpkin when she was two weeks old, they even came out of the kiosk to hug me! My husband was looking at me and leaned over and whispered, “She just hugged you!” One of the girls started making my drink, and even asked if I still needed decaf! (My husband later said, “Okay, you do go to Starbucks too much!”)

Now that I’m working at home, I don’t get my Starbucks fix nearly often enough. I shamelessly offered to get coffee for our bridesmaid dress fitting on Saturday, and was really looking forward to it for days – not only the shopping, but the coffee. How pathetic is that? I went in, and Allie was surprised to see me, but merely asked, “Still on decaf?” I nodded yes, and she proceeded to make my cap.

Sigh – there are so few simple pleasures in life. Starbucks is one of mine. Sigh.

About sarah

Sarah is a book nerd, a music lover, an endorphin junkie, a coffee addict. Oh, and a goof ball. She writes, she tweets, and she sings off key.

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