For the first time in 11 years, I will no longer be wearing my engagement ring.
Yesterday after dinner, I almost cut off the entire blood supply of my finger attempting to take off my ring. In the end soapy water helped to solve the problem and left me with a finger in tact, but I didn't want to have to repeat the same episode every night, so the ring is going to the safe now, and back out when my finger returns to its normal size.
Other than my finger, apparently my arms are also getting bigger (so my dear husband tells me). I really am not gaining that much weight in the third trimester so far, so I am blaming it all on the water retention that's making me look puffy and fat.
While I am on the topic of mic pointing out all of my body parts that are getting bigger, he said to me the other day trying to help me get off my bed that I resembled a "beached whale", but then added the sentence that if I am a whale then he is like those Green Peace guys that help the whale. I don't know to cry or to laugh. Now I have learned to play along with the joke and calls the Green Peace troop HK rep to get me off the bed, off the sofa, massage the sore back and leg cramps, and even cut the toe nails I can no longer reach.
It's not that bad being a whale, I am kinda liking my dedicated Green Peace dude.
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