The story about the ring was a little simple (by simple I mean I'm a total retard...if I don't do emotions well when I'm NOT pregnant, whatcha think happens now when I am?)

So uh, I was having a real "low" kinda day as we walked through the mall like 2 weeks ago. I mean...LOW LOW.

What had happened was...every "mamma" I saw walking that had little kids - well they all had on rings. And that just made me terribly sad. Like, I know I shouldn't think about what people think about me, but I can't help it. That's just who I am.

I'm walking and thinking... "people are going to look at me and just think that I'm another broke down black woman with a baby, and couldn't keep my legs closed and have no husband". I really thought that. He can usually tell if something is wrong with me by the look on my face.

So he kept asking...and I told him (in the midst of me freaking out/crying on the phone with Husband because he didn't invite me to his Christmas party). And I was crying/sobbing about everything else that is going on in my life that I hate ((like I can't shave my poo-tang while in the shower because I can't see it anymore...and how my panties don't really fit around my expanding hips anymore))

He just looked at me like I was strange, but told me that he completly understood, and respected me for feeling that way (not really sure what that means).

So the next week we were at a different mall and he walked me in to try on a bunch of sets (engagement/wedding band). He hated everything that I liked, because I do tend to like very small tiny things. He likes "over-the-top/know-I-love-you" rings.

Obviously he settled on the "you know I love you" ring. I do like it...it just is a bit...umm...large for me. But tomorrow we are going to get it sized (he got it the day before xmas and they didn't have the time, 1 week, to size it).

So yeah....

The story about the ring.....