I had to give up my ring - temporarily, I mean.
We're getting our wedding bands made, and I wanted to use some channel cut diamonds from a family heirloom in my band. So the nice jeweler said the wedding band would match my engagement ring much better if he could take the engagement ring and send it off so that the custom jewelry creator - in California - could see it. For about 2 1/2 weeks.
I, of course, was sad. I did not want to part with my engagement ring. For 2 1/2 weeks.
I decided my finger would feel empty. For 2 1/2 weeks. I also had a ridiculous-sort of fear: I didn't want anyone to think we'd called off the wedding or something. I know, that's stupid. But, you know how rumors get started ... Someone sees me in a bad mood, notices I'm not wearing a ring, and decides something terrible happened. 6 hours later I get a call from my maid of honor in Illinois wanting to know why she's the last to know.
OK, far fetched scenario. More realistic? Yeah, no one notices. I'm too self-centered.
Regardless. Check out the faux rock on my finger! I'm calling it SIR (stand-in ring). It was a whopping 7 bucks at a 24-hour mega-store known for its "higher standards, lower prices." It's two sizes too big. (Bonus: I can reuse it if I ever get swollen hands during a pregnancy!)
So call me a dork. Call me silly. Whatever. Just don't call me suddenly single. For 2 1/2 weeks.
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