coffee angst

So I've been trying to drink coffee again. Aside from one brief foray months ago when sleep deprivation got the better of me, I've been off it since I found out I was pregnant. I love coffee. But I am currently sitting here three hours after having half a cup and my stomach is twisting itself into the most awfulest of knots and I feel a little bit like a kid who borrowed her friend's ritalin. Ugg, I'm totally going to be one of those decaf drinking moms. Gross.