Dude, where is my Coffee?

There has been a radical change, one that I'm not really sure I appreciate.
It used to be that The Husband would get up before me and make me coffee in the morning. I would awake to the sweet click-click of my cup being placed on my bedside table.
In the old apartment the kitchen was ten steps from the bed, only five steps from bathroom. Often we would place the alarm on the kitchen table so that we have to get up, from there the three steps to the water kettle were certainly not too bad.

Enter Luxury Problem No. 1. The kitchen in the new apartment is on what could be described on the first level and bedroom is on what could be described as the third, this sounds way way bigger than it actually is, however the kitchen is now at least 27 steps from The husband's side of the bed, 11 of those are going down the furry staircase. Quick explanation of the furry staircase: previous owner had put in fab super shaggy carpet. However it requires rigorous cleaning that we are not likely to provide. Too bad really, since I fall down stairs quite a bit. From the staircase there are 9 steps to the water kettle. Getting out of bed therefore is no longer merely a matter of turning off the alarm. First of all the alarm is in the bedroom, we can't have it in the kitchen since we wouldn't hear it, which means that lately there has been a lot of turning off/hitting snooze & going back to sleep. Secondly the idea of getting up and going all the way downstairs seems overwhelming. Especially when it is still dark out at 9.30.

Enter Luxury Problem No. 2. How to get perfectly nice Husband to get up and make coffee? I cannot nudge him and tell him to make coffee because:
a. I should refrain from speaking pre-coffee, doing so to The Husband would probably result in divorce faster than you can spot a Starbuck's in Seattle. Not because he sensitive or aggressive but because I am that horrific.
b. After I nudge him, I would be awake and aware and would feel guilty hearing him making the coffee.
c. After I nudge him, I would be awake and aware and the pleasure of being awakened by coffee is gone.

We are the French Press coffee type. I mean both of us detest filter coffee (except when my grandpa makes it, go figure) thus a coffee maker with a timer is out of the question.
Harrumph.