This is a public service announcement for all pregnant women: Remove your wedding ring lest it be removed for you.
Yes, I learned this the hard way.
If you were on my Facebook page over the weekend you would have seen this drama unfolding, and here, just for kicks, is photographic evidence.
The ring as it is now:
Unfortunately the cut is right in the middle of the engraving on the inside. We had Qui Sono Felice (Here I am happy) engraved in our rings and poor Felice is now on her own, relegated to happiness without her neighbouring words. It was a clean cut, though, and should be able to be fixed when the time is right.
My finger was pretty angry afterwards:
Which is probably because holy mother of God does it ever hurt to have a ring stuck on a swollen finger. And it hurts worse to have it cut off. But I had tried everything else — my kitchen was a veritable arsenal of ring-removal tools, including olive oil, lotion, soap, Windex, aloe, saran wrap, dental floss, ice, a bowl of cold water – the list goes on and on — and nothing had worked. I think it just got more sore in the process.
I didn’t really see this coming, because I didn’t have to take off my rings last time and my fingers aren’t actually noticeably swollen. I only noticed because my finger was feeling irritated, and I suspect it had been too tight and stuck for a while.
I’m less sentimental about getting it cut off than I would have thought. Probably because the damn thing just needed to come off. Unfortunate, but there you go.
My husband, bless him, just wants to know if we’re still married.