Written on Wednesday, October 08, 2008 by Jessica
I've been tearing the house apart for three days now looking for my wedding ring. When I was pregnant for Seth, my fingers swelled, and I had to take the ring off. I bought a simple gold band as a replacement. My OB laughed at me when I confessed that I wanted the replacement because I didn't want people to think I was single and pregnant. It's one thing to be 19 and pregnant out of wedlock. But by the time you're 30... I don't know. I guess you should know better by then. Artificial distinction, but that's how I felt.
Well, the simple gold band is starting to get a little big, so I'd like to start wearing my real ring again, if it fits. Except I can't find it. :( I had it not long ago. Now it's nowhere to be found. So far I found five unused gift cards, my umbrella, Bob's missing Dremel tool, a pair of travel tweezers, and two old journals, but no ring.