Friday, March 11, 2011

Pregnant Pizza

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.

*ca-ching!*

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?

1 comment:

katehalsey said...

That sounds like a super-gross, only-a-pregnant-woman-could-eat-it kind of pizza! LOL! Sorry you're still barfing =/