Last night, Tim and I got a pizza from a little place a few miles away. Tim told me that since I was the pregnant one and my birthday is Sunday, I could order whatever I wanted.
I ordered an extra large pizza with pepperoni, mushroom, black olives, and pineapple. We dubbed it my Pregnant Pizza. It was bliss!
Well, it was until I had to barf later. When is this mess going to end? I'm almost 15 weeks pregnant. I'd really like to feel better soon! Puh-lease?