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In December 2003, I watched in horror as my stout fingers swelled. I had heard that pregnant fingers thickened right along with the waistline, sometimes bloating beyond what normal jewelry can sustain. Afraid I may have to get my precious wedding rings cut off of me during my third trimester, as the urban legend goes, I doffed my rings and put them away for safe keeping.
We moved from a tiny apartment to our modest home during that pregnancy, and Dan and I took special care to pack the rings in a box we would open right away. We never found that box during the unpacking process. We have search what I thought was every box in the house. We refused to even throw empty boxes out, for the impossible chance that we missed the rings. For our second anniversary, I asked Dan to find them as his gift to me.
Today, while rummaging for baby clothes, I found a box with some odds and ends in it. In the box, I noticed a silver urn for which I had yet to find a home. As I moved the urn aside to reveal the contents below, two jewelry boxes caught my eye within the urn. I fished out the boxes and open each. One contained a few pairs of valuable earrings, the other, my rings. After nearly 23 months and the birth of two children, I am finally wearing my wedding rings again. The only way these are coming off my fingers now is if they cut them off in the emergency room (which, may be a very real possiblility since my fingers have swollen quite a bit during the last two years!)