Uh oh.....it has begun.

Last night Vincent and I decided to order a pizza. Well actually it was me more than him because it was the first time in about a week and a half that I didn't feel like I was going to throw up at any given moment. So I decided to make the most of it and stuff myself with yummy pizza. Since Vincent was busy with work stuff I decided I would try ordering the pizza online. I thought it would be fun and easy.

I get to the site and see a coupon for Free Cinnasticks with my order.....YUMMY! I get that and then go look at the other coupons. I found one for buy 1 large pizza and get 1 medium for free. Perfect. I go through and order the pizzas, which took forever because Vincent kept deciding only after each time I had left the screen to get additional toppings. Literally, one topping at a time and he had like 8 on his pizza. His pizza sounded disgusting but who am I to judge? So I finally get to the checkout screen and realize that the Cinnasticks were not free because I had used the other coupon as well. You can only use 1 coupon and I chose free pizza coupon. So I delete the Cinnasticks coupon and it deletes my order. Arrgggg! So I go back, extremely frustrated now, and re-do the entire order, including Vincent's 8 toppings. But when it came to my pizza, I messed up.

I don't like pizza normally. My friends and family know this and my dad has even gone so far to call me "Un-American". That and I don't like hamburgers, hot dogs, and Chinese food. My dad is convinced that I'm not related. Regardless, I'm picky. I'm hoping this pregnancy helps with that but for now I'm picky. So my pizza can only be made 1 of 2 ways (excluding dessert pizza- I will eat that up anytime!). The first way- thin crust, pineapple, easy on the sauce. The second way- thin crust, pepperoni, jalapenos, easy on the sauce. If any of the ingredients are compromised or if the crust is not thin, I'm not eating it. Yeah, it's annoying but I can't help it.

So on the second time putting the order in I forgot to mark thin crust on my pizza. I place the order without double checking because by this time not only was I pissed but the baby was too. I eagerly watched my little pizza tracker and see it go from being prepared, to the oven, boxed, then in the car for delivery. The doorbell rings, Vincent goes out there to get it while I hold the dogs and in comes the most amazing aroma with the pizza. I take it to the kitchen, open my box, see the wrong crust, sit down on the floor and bawl my eyes out. I was crying so hard that I couldn't explain to Vincent what was wrong. He had to physically come over and figure out from the box what would've made me cry. After he figured it out, he grabbed the phone and called Domino's.

At this point I lethargically moved my crying body over to the couch, by crawling of course (obviously this shows how hurt I truly am). I hear Vincent say "Oh yes, I see online how we messed it. I apologize. No, we're not going to buy another one, we'll just eat this one. Thank you sir" and hang out. I lost it. I grabbed the phone, called again and proceeded to try and talk through tears. "Hi this is Carmelle Martinez and you just talked to my husband about the pizza that is wrong. I can't eat that pizza. Sure, I messed up the order online but the stupid Cinnasticks coupon deleted the first order that was correct and I was so hungry on the second one that I didn't double check. I will give you back this pizza because we haven't touched it but I can't possibly eat this pizza because it's not thin crust. Please let me trade it out. All I've been thinking about since I placed the order was thin crust pizza. Please don't destroy this dream or make me pay for it again." At this point the guy said "Ma'm, it's a little hard to understand you but if not getting thin crust makes a customer cry then I can't have that happen. Would you like us to deliver you the new pizza?" I told him that my husband would pick it up, thanked him and hung up.

Vincent went to go get the pizza and explained to the entire store that I was pregnant and that I had to eat what I was going to eat. Everyone in the store smiled and nodded and they even threw in a free bottle of Coke. (Thanks, Domino's!!)

You'd think that I would've been embarrassed of my behavior but at the time it happened it was fight or flight instincts. I have never felt so threatened about not having the right pizza. It felt like my life was going to get ruined and never be able to be normal again. So I guess that's what happens when the hormones are all out of wack. That or the baby feels as strongly as me about pizza :)