Sometime last year hubby was doing some spring cleaning and found my wedding ring! My precious precious diamond wedding ring!!!
A picture of my wedding ring taken during ROM (registration of marriage) in 7th Nov 07'
I have long forgotten where I kept it cos I took it off (no, I am not divorcing hubby, and no, we're not fighting) somewhere around my 7th month pregnancy.
Talking about how I took off my wedding ring - hahaha.. brings back memories...it started out like this..
Date: Somewhere around my 7th month pregnancy, which is January 2009
Time: Wee hours in the morning, around 2-3am
What happened was, I was lying on the bed, thinking how long will it be before my baby is going to come out and how will he look like and then my thoughts wandered off to things like, my tummy is getting heavier... the nerve pain on my left foot is getting more frequent lately, and later on according to my colleagues, I will start to bloat off and my feet will swell up.
Then I looked at my ring and I thought "Oh crap. If I swell up and then I can't take off this ring what happened when I keep swelling up?!" Then my ever imaginative brain started to conjure up images of my body all swollen up and I'm on the labour ward and my hands and fingers are all swollen up and red because the ring is too tight to be taken off and the doctors said they need to saw off my finger to take out the ring so that my blood circulation will not be restricted anymore... and I quickly get off the bed and went to the toilet.
And started taking off my ring. That's when my sh*tty problem began. I managed to pull it down by 1cm and then it got stuck. I took a deep breath and told myself, OK, we'll try again tomorrow. So I pushed the ring back to its original position and it wouldn't budge. Crap... super crapola...
What started as an innocent (and stupid horror imagination) act to take off the ring turns into a frenzy of pulling up and down the ring - it lasted for about half an hour, of which by then my ring finger has turned red and sore. And then I really panicked cos the ring will not move and my finger is really starting to swell. I tried the hand wash, the shampoo, the bath lotion, my hand lotion, nothing works... crapppppppp!!!!
So, I washed my hand, walked to hubby who is already in la-la-land long long ago.. and woke him up. Imagine if you are my hubby, who is deep in sleep and was nudged off awaking to a figure with long shouldered length hair standing right next to you and the figure is flashing her hand to you without saying anything.. hahahaha... hubby jumped up and said what's wrong, why am I standing there and waving my hand.
So I relate the whole incident to him and asked him to help me take off the ring, or at least push it back down to its position. Then the laser show began... I mean, his laser mouth... 'Why you take off the ring for?" "Why don't you tell people when you do this type of thing?" "See, your finger swollen up if no blood circulation affect baby how?!!!!" "What are you thinking!!!!"
Gaaaaaaaa.... after about an hour of massaging my finger with baby oil, the swell reduces a bit, enough for hubby to push the ring back to its position. Then he told me to go to sleep, don't do any funny thing already. Wait till the swell subsides, then slowly try again.
The next day at work, my finger is all red and you can practically see the area where we tried to move the ring up and down... but every now and then I will be trying to shift the ring around, trying to get it off. Finally almost near afternoon at work, I managed to take off the ring! Woohoooo!!! When I got home, I kept that ring in a pouch which hubby found today and placed into a proper jewelry box for me!
I won't be wearing the ring for now, scared it might scratch Ben... so it's gonna stay in the jewelry box for now...
(* Note: I'm reposting this from my old blog for this week's Writer's Workshop meme)
