I have a coke problem.

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I have a Coke problem.

Not of the nose candy kind though, that's abit too Hollywood for me. And I'm not gonna go all Hollywood on you until some bastards gives me my own reality TV!

I'm talking a Coke problem of the rot-your-teeth-and-most-likely-your-insides variety. Not so glamorous, right?

I. am. hooked.

Given the fact that I have a sweet tooth that is bigger than my head, it's no surprise that I've struck a toxic relationship with the sugar laden bastard.

Oh, why do good girls like bad guys?

It was never a problem though until I fell pregnant.

In the early stages of my pregnancy, I remember my cousin telling me about a girl she knew who craved coke like an addict when she was heavily pregnant. So much so that it worried her hubby who declared his house a coke-free zone. This girl then took to buying cases of coke, hiding it in the laundry and chugging down warm cans in the middle of the night!

I shit you not.

I remember thinking this girl must have been a nutter ... Then my own pregnancy obsession took hold - Yes, coke and king sized crunchies. Ugh.

It was a great source of concern for MC, but I was just pleased as punch that I passed the glucose test. Pretty sure I toasted that result with a can of coke. Ahem.

I told myself that I would just ride the cravings out, have my baby and get coke-free once more.

Yeah right.

The Bug was born, and I found myself buying 30 can cases of the stuff because 1.25L bottles were sending me broke.

Since that period in my life, it has pretty much been on like donkey kong.

I successfully kicked the habit back when I was eating well and losing weight but after a while, old habits came back to the table and Coke was the first thing that I welcomed back with loving arms.

The 15 week bout of nausea I struggled with in the beginning of this pregnancy put an end to my Coke loving ways. I was uber impressed and congratulated myself on my amazing willpower but really, I couldn't even stomach the thought of water most mornings.

Much to my dismay though, I've noticed a penchant for Maccas Coke and Cherry Cokes start to re-surface. When the nausea doesn't strike, of course. Right now, I am battling an enormous wave of the mofo and the very thought of coke makes me want to barf, take a bex and have a good lay down.

Lord knows why I love the shit anyway - It doesn't taste that good and lord knows I've heard the horror stories about how it polishes coins.

Shudder.