The idea "I've lost them!" comes to mind about a gazillion times a day.
No, it's not my marbles. It's the fear of "it" being my wedding/engagement and UT ring. See, I have chunky monkey fingers now. Our school secretary instilled this horror in me by telling me she always thought that once her fingers swelled, she'd just use soap or lotion to get off tight rings.
Wrong! She had to go to the hospital and have her rings cut off her fingers! Soap, lotion, and anything in her medicine cabinet didn't work.
Yikes! So last Thursday was my first day without my rings. The moment I felt a little snug, off they went. Oh how I hate it too!
See, I love, love, love, love my rings. And every time, I wash my hands (which is about a gazillion due to the increasing pressure of my uterus on my bladder) I have this mild panic attack.
Where are my rings?
Where did I take them off?
Did somebody steal them?
Eeek! It always takes about 10 seconds to realize they are safely stored in my jewelry box.
Go get you some fake bling bling for the time being!!! And then we won't have any guys hitting on the hot pregnant lady too :)
ReplyDeletehehe!!! Is that what you did?
ReplyDeleteIf you are ok with necklaces you can get a not to expensive chain and wear them around your neck so you will have a better reminder that they are safe.
ReplyDeleteNo...luckily I was able to wear mine the whole time and during my labor.
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