picking my poison

So there are many reasons to love Utah. Among them are my husband (he drove out a week before I flew out, leaving me incredibly lonely in a very pathetic pregnant way), the mountains with little bits of snow frosting their peaks, family at every turn to help the (quickly becoming) invalid pregnant woman, perfect temperatures totally devoid of that slick humidity that I just can't grow accustomed to, and Cafe Rio, just to name a few.

But I'm pretty sure that this is among the top ten reasons I'm most happy to be here:

Tastes just as good as the real thing folks. Seriously. In fact, it tastes so good that I can almost forget about the fact that my pinched nerve situation has driven me almost to the point of insanity.

If you were wondering, the pain I've experienced as of late has been, at times, so excruciating that I've pretty much determined an epidural is in my future.

In fact, I wish I could have one right now.