Over the weekend Chase got me this:
Not bad, right? Is he the best or what?
And the REALLY good part?
Yes. That's right, ladies and gentlemen. My fingers have officially started to swell to the extent that wearing my real wedding rings makes me feel claustrophobic and panicky. This has happened before. Once I realize taking them on and off is starting to get difficult I go into crazy-lady mode. I immediately envision myself having to undergo some emergency medical procedure where FULL ACCESS to my hands is ABSOLUTELY NECESSARY. And, of course, they have to bring in some kind of metal cutting machine to take off my rings because they are locked in place. But the machine doesn't work. So amputation is the only option.
So clearly my fingers aren't the only things swelling. My brain appears to be doing the same. But try as I might the vision never goes away.
So around this time with each pregnancy I usually give in to The Crazy and get myself a "fake while I bake" ring. Because I'm not a fan of walking around with three kids, a giant belly and NO ring. Call me old fashioned. Call me crazy. You'll probably be right on both counts.
So there you have it. My new, fake rings. I think they're actually quite pretty.
And Chase taught Miles to shave this weekend as well. We figured we'd start early, because imagining him with a sharp blade at any point in his life gives me more panic attacks than tight-ring-induced crazy.
Just kidding. Miles just thought it looked fun.
So did Soph.
(LET'S HOPE SHE NEVER NEEDS TO DO THIS FOR REAL)