Happy Anniversary!

Just in time for our 4th wedding anniversary (April 30th) I had a little drama with my wedding rings. I had to take my rings off when I was 5 months pregnant due to all the swelling. Well I think I had hit my limit of explaining to people that I am in fact married but can't quite fit in my rings yet. Plus granny had my rings cleaned and re dipped so they looked sparkly and new for their big debut. So i tried for the 10,000th time to get them on my finger. Luckily this time it worked, it slid right on. Unfortunately when I woke up the next morning my finger was a little puffy and tingly so I thought I should get it off. This is where I got into trouble, it wouldn't budge. I did what any rational person does when they encounter a problem like this...i got online and googled stuck ring. There were thousands of sites so I figured I would find something on there that would work. Before you give me all your stuck ring tricks here is my list of attempts:

olive oil

baby oil

conditioner

dish soap

butter

olive oil and butter

spit

ice

dental floss (this was the most promising as you wind the floss over your finger to push down the swelling but still nothing)

Windex (an old jewelers trick, this got it the furthest but it got stuck on my knuckle which really hurt so I pushed it back and this is when it really swelled)

After I did the Windex and practically dislocated my knuckle it really started to swell and so I loaded Nolan up for his very first trip to the fire station.

We got up there, and the fireman pulled out this very archaic little saw thing that one piece wraps around the ring and then they have to hand crank the blade to cut through the metal. We were there for 30 minutes when the sirens started and the entire firehouse cleared out to deal with a real emergency, they instructed me to come back later.

I waited an hour (how long does a fire really take to put out?) and returned sans Nolan (Pat came home to help me deal with this little emergency) to get the job finished. They worked on it for another 45 minutes before calling the other firehouse to see if they had a sharper blade. Not even 5 minutes later a fire engine rolls up (sirens on) and 8 fireman come out, one carrying my new blade and another one carrying the jaws of life just for giggles. They all stood around while they worked their magic and with 3 turns of the new blade my rings cracked apart...what relief. They commended me on not crying over my mangled rings and i told them I was mostly embarrassed that I so stubbornly put my rings back on when I still have quite a bit of baby weight to lose plus I was happy to not lose a finger.

Since I figured someone would think that I overreacted I took a picture to document this occasion

Note the swelling around the ring and the deep red coloration of the finger. And here is the end result of my rings
I guess I know what my anniversary present will be this year.