At about 33 weeks pregnant with Cora, my right foot suddenly started swelling. Like, ballooned up out of nowhere. It was that same way until a few days after delivery. Anyway, my other foot and hands swelled ever so slightly too, enough that I couldn’t wear my wedding ring. I had a slightly bigger right-hand ring that I had been wearing in place of it, but one day even that one wouldn’t fit. I tried to put it on on my way to work and couldn’t, and being an emotional, hormonal, sick pregnant woman, I started to cry. My poor husband didn’t know what to do. He finally got me calmed down and drove me to work.
It was a Saturday, and he happened to have the day off. About half an hour into my shift, he comes waltzing into my work place with a grin on his face. He’d gone straight to Walmart, and bought me a $15 sterling silver band, 2 sizes bigger than my regular size. Now, we had no money, so $15 was kind of a big deal. And of course, it made me cry again. I wore that ring to the end of my pregnancy, and I was a little sad when it didn’t fit anymore.
I didn’t have any swelling issues with Erin and Patrick, but here I am 33 weeks pregnant again, and my foot again is going crazy, and my wedding ring and right-hand ring don’t fit. So I just pulled out my “Cora ring.” I have many fond memories with this ring. Sad ones too, but the good ones now outweigh the bad. It’s kind of bittersweet.