I used to eat pizza. A lot. Like 3 times a week sometimes. It was a problem, really and truly. Maybe an addiction (please don't mind the crazies I'm sharing here!) The last time I had pizza was September 10th, the day before my miscarriage. Somehow in my mind these two things - pizza and being pregnant / losing my baby - are linked. I can't even bear the thought of eating pizza right now because I remember that the last time I ate it I was pregnant, and the next day I miscarried. I have never gone this long without eating pizza. It's so weird because I don't even want it any more. The thought of eating it sounds good for a minute but then I remember.
I used to eat pizza for celebrations or when I was too tired to cook. It's weird to have my favorite food tied in my mind with something that was so heartbreaking. I think that at this point, I'd like to hold off on eating it until I have a true reason to celebrate - when I bring home a baby.