Since I got married my wedding band has come off when I wash my hands or bake bread, but only ever for a few minutes. I had it off for a week before Toddler girl was born. I didn't want to, but I bowed to peer pressure. Everyone told me my hands would swell either with late pregnancy or labour and I would need it cut off. So I wore it on a chain around my neck. I wanted to put it back on right after she was born, but the nurses talked me out of it. It tried it on, it still fit, but I didn't go back to wearing it until 24 hours after she was born.
It has been feeling snug for a few days, but last night it was starting to hurt. I had to soak in cold water and use soap to get it off.
Then, afterwards when I was massaging my hand I noticed this:
That isn't just my skin bunching, that's my finger muscles bulging.
I think it's good that I am getting more muscle mass.... I just wish it would have been somewhere that wouldn't interfere with my wedding band. I feel even worse about this because I was as fond of my engagement ring. Then a couple of weeks before Christmas, the Aquamarine (we couldn't afford a diamond) fell out of the setting. Due to excessive home repairs (and, let's be fair, my new bicycle habit) taking all our extra money, I haven't gotten it replaced.
It wasn't a priority. I still had my wedding band. I had always felt nervous about wearing my engagement ring to work. It was pretty, but had lots of places for bacteria to grow. Working in a lab, you become more aware of that.
Now.... it just feels wrong to have a naked hand. I don't know why this bothers me so much but it does. I'm blogging at my kitchen table with Madeline playing in the background and tears in my eyes.
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