I just got my ring back from being rhodium dipped and resized. They look great. You see, I haven’t been able to wear my wedding rings since… well, since I was in my second trimester with Maisy.
Since Maisy is in her ninth month of life, I figured it’s time to embrace the inevitable, that I forever have ham hock hands. Plus I was tired of being hit on constantly without a wedding ring on. (hahahaha, that was a lie!) It’s a hard row to hoe, but I make due. I have wrinkles left over on my wrists from how swollen and gigantic my hands got. My knuckles still don’t work correctly. You think I’m exaggerating, I can tell. I can feel your judgement, nay, even disbelief seeping through the internet waves (Confession: I don’t know how the internet works). My pregnant hands, shall I compare thee to a summers day? Nope. I could compare them to a bloated corpse found left at sea or maybe a gigantic wood troll. They looked like an inflated medical glove. Or Gwyneth Paltrow in her Shallow Hal fat suit. My hands looked like they’re wearing a fat suit. The proof is in the pudding (and from the picture below, you can tell I ate a lot of pudding during my pregnancy)
Oh my gosh right??!!
Excerpt from my blog reviewer Nick:
“Nick, tell me if my hands look fat”
“Oh my gosh, so fat, I thought they were sausages”
And then we both laughed really hard.