So this past weekend my engagement and wedding ring came off. It's official: my ring finger is no longer a size 4. I found the whole experience rather crushing -- not so much over my fingers being larger, but the idea that I had to take the rings for the first time since we got married with the understanding that I couldn't wear them for at least three more months. I like having David not just in my heart, but on my finger, thank you very much. I'm just too sentimental.

Today I felt a little bit better when I noticed that about half of the pregnant women at my yoga class were without their rings as well. Now I feel like the whole thing is more of a pregnant woman right of passage, than just another addition to the crappy pregnancy symptoms checklist. Big sigh of relief.

My belly is getting big! Trust me, these pictures don't really show just how gigantic my tummy is right now.

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