“Sometimes a momma’s gotta do what a momma’s gotta do.”

The woman in front of me was tall, blonde, attractive even with her dark glasses – and about eight months pregnant.  One of her three purchases was a 16-ounce bottle of “Mexico Coke”: Coke made in Mexico with real sugar instead of high fructose corn syrup – the justification for selling it in this “health food supermarket”.  It was a new concept to me a few months ago, and I’ll acknowledge that I’ve had them three times in those last few months, twice on long road trips.  I rationalized that this was an experiment, to explore our product.  This rationalization held up pretty well the first time, and kind of well the second time – comparing Mexico Pepsi to Mexico Coke – less well the third time, having it during a shift in the store, just because I wanted a shot of energy.

I think that not too long ago you needed to go into a Mexican supermarket to get a Mexican Coke, but they are now present in lots of supermarkets. I still don't know why these colas don't have high-fructose corn syrup - and there is mixed evidence about whether they really are sweetened by sugar vs. high fructose corn syrup.

I think that not too long ago you needed to go into a Mexican supermarket to get a Mexican Coke, but they are now present in lots of supermarkets. I still don’t know why these colas don’t have high-fructose corn syrup – and there is mixed evidence about whether they really are sweetened by sugar vs. high fructose corn syrup.

I had judgments about this young woman subjecting her baby to all this caffeine and sugar.  My coworker Rex came along just as she was leaving and I allowed myself to vent.  “I hope that Coke isn’t for her.  I just can’t believe that’s a good thing for the baby.”  By that time Maureen (I saw her name in the computer a minute later, when she had entered her frequent shopper number) had come into my line and overheard the conversation.  She was black, 5’8″, maybe 30, gorgeous – and very willing to express her opinions.  “Sometimes a mama’s gotta do what a mama’s gotta do.”  I was taken aback by the strength of her position, especially without me asking for it.  But there was no hostility in her statement, just strength – and a powerful gleam in her eye.

I stammered, “I guess it’s better for her to be energized and happy.”  Maureen was just as strong in this response.  “It’s not about better – it just is.”  This time the Zen-like wisdom of her pronouncement was really undeniable, and I knew I was in the presence of someone who had insights well beyond what I expect from such a young person.  I never knew if any of Maureen’s wisdom on the topic of pregnancy came from experiencing pregnancy herself, though for some reason I projected not – but that this in no way lessened her authority.

Who am I to judge how a woman relates to her pregnancy?  I guess that it will be good for her baby for her to gentle and non-judgmental with herself.  And what about this young woman's choice to not ingest high fructose corn syrup?

Who am I to judge how a woman relates to her pregnancy? I guess that it will be good for her baby for her to gentle and non-judgmental with herself. And what about this young woman’s choice to not ingest high fructose corn syrup?

I did let myself do one little bit of research later in the morning.  When a woman came through my line who was equally pregnant, I asked, “I hope you don’t mind me asking a somewhat personal question, but what are your thoughts about consuming caffeine while you are pregnant?”  She said, “My doctor has told me that once in a while a little caffeine does no harm.”

I like to think of myself as a non-judgmental person, but then that’s a judgment isn’t it?

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6 thoughts on ““Sometimes a momma’s gotta do what a momma’s gotta do.”

  1. We preggos are allowed 200 mg of caffeine a day. While a cup of coffee in the morning is what many pregnant women do, that makes me too jittery and uptight and really crashes me by afternoon. But the exhaustion is strong throughout the day without anything, it makes it difficult to get out and go grocery shopping somedays, it’s not a tired exhausted for me, I can’t fall asleep it’s just enough tired to be uncomfortable. In my first pregnancy I didn’t have caffeine until the last month (being that I found coca cola had considerably less caffeine than coffee). This second time around I have promised myself a coke a day in the late afternoons, this keeps me moving in the morning, and really keeps me pumped to enjoy my husband and daughter over a home cooked meal at dinner. Hope that helps some. 😉

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  2. A merry heart doeth good like a medicine…..sometimes doing or eating something that makes you happy and is not harmful in small doses helps a person to stay buoyant and joyful….:0) That’s my story and I’m sticking to it!!!!! :0)

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  3. I was 34 when pregnant the first time, a joyous time, and I took pregnancy to mean I could eat with abandon. So, I had as much pecan pie as I wanted. Other sweets, too. I gained a lot of weight–64 pounds–that all came off naturally, without effort. No repercussions to my son who eats well, loves to cook, and does not appear to have issues with sweet.

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