for the love of cheese pizza

When I was pregnant with baby #1 I had a major aversion to anything vegetable and a constant craving for anything pizza. Well, I take that back, not anything pizza, only plain cheese and maybe an occasional pepperoni. One Friday afternoon, sometime in my 2nd trimester, I was at work and got a whiff of a Costco Pizza and followed the scent around the office til I spotted it. How did I know it was Costco Pizza? A pregnant woman just knows these things. Anyway, I finally found it in the conference room, lifted up the lid to see a glorious, greasy, cheezy, yummy yummerson cheese pizza, and yes, it was from Costco.

I salivated instinctively and almost dove right in. But, for some reason I didn’t.  In looking back I can’t remember why I didn’t, but I didn’t. That would have been the end of the story, pregancy craving satisfied, case closed. But nooooo. What I did do, was call my hubby and ask him to bring one home since he works close to Costco. And it was set–date night on the couch, a movie or a dvr’d Grey’s, comfy pj’s and a large, delicious, Costco CHEESE pizza. Life can’t get much better than that to a six months preggo lady who can’t drink alcohol or see her toes.

I arrived home before Steve and, in anticipation of the big event, I prepared the house. I lit a few candles, set out the trivet, arranged the paper napkins& plates (there would be no dish washing on pizza night), poured the cranberry juice in wine glasses and put on my low rise sweats (there would be no waistband near my belly on pizza night). After awhile I heard the garage door open and I let out a squeal of excitement and again I salivated. Seriously, I couldn’t wait.

Steve came up the stairs and as he tried to make small talk, how was your day blah, blah, blah, I bum rushed him, grabbed the pizza, set it on the trivet, and placed it on a precise spot on the dining table. For the next few seconds, I was in a time warp. You know when you’re so excited about something your vision goes a little blurry and everything moves in slow mo. I could smell the pizza and I could not wait. In T-Minus 3 seconds I was going to have a mouth-watering slice of cheese pizza in my mouth.

I bent down, went to open the pizza box, and…BIG, HUGE GASP. “WHAT? IS? THAT?

In a nanosecond my elation turned to utter disappointment. Instead of looking down at a glorious, greasy, cheesy, yummy yummerson cheese pizza, I saw a hideous, gag inducing, WORKS pizza.  What seemed like 100 various vegetables stared back at me, laughing their veggie a$$es off.

Deflated and starving, I dropped the lid, and turned to walk away.  Most likely a few expletives came out of my mouth but it is all such a blur, I’m really not sure what I said.  Steve turned to look at me, having no idea what was wrong. He had done what any good-intentioned husband would do–he bought a works pizza thinking all the veggies and protein would be good for the baby. Guess what, I didn’t give a crap about the baby (you know what I mean…).  I wanted CHEESE pizza. The one I had seen earlier in the day, the one I had salivated over and on, the one I had been envisioning in my head all day long.

A discussion of sorts ensued.  He offered to go back but I just ended up huffing and puffing for a while then picking off the unwanted produce and eating it, but we all know, it was just not the same. I let it go, but in the back of my mind I knew I was going to need some good cheese pizza to make up for it.  And soon.

Stay tuned til tomorrow’s post to find out when, how, where and if I ended up getting my highly anticipated cheese pizza…