Ringy Dingy

Well, dear reader(s), Nic and I bought our wedding rings last night. Yup, he and I treked to Southridge Mall to purchase our wedding rings. (Never in a million years would I have thought I'd have typed that sentence).

Anyway, we started at Roger's and Hollands or whatever. We walk in. Nic explains that we are looking for plain wedding bands--white gold or the like. Saleslady points out end of display case. Saleslady seems apprehensive and doesn't really know what to say to us. Felt a bit like a bad first date. I explain, "You know, I really don't want anything with diamonds. Just a plain band." This seems to make saleslady even more uneasy. I'm guessing Southridge Mall doesn't see a lot of the non-diamond types. Also, when we explained that we were getting married on Friday and she noticed my protruding stomach, she started to squirm. But then, she got ahold of herself. And started to explain that I should perhaps consider a diamond ring with smaller diamonds on it, then. Since we had just explained that we're doing a bigger ceremony in a few years, Saleslady went on to tell me that I could just add bigger diamonds to the ring as time went on. Also, that some of the rings with diamonds were cheaper than the plain white gold bands. Then she reassured me by guaranteeing that the diamonds would go up in value 5% every year, so that will come in handy when I'm ready to trade up.

So, pregnant and crabby and already having an over the top day with my emotions, I say to her, "No, actually, I don't want diamonds. I just want a plain band." I might have mentioned something about a social conciousness, but at that point I was either about to cry or start screaming obscenities at her, so I don't remember. We kind of discussed a few of the men's bands. She pointed out a brand that she liked a lot, and that her husband has gone through 4 wedding bands so far so she likes this ArtCarved brand or whatever because they're guaranteed...blah blah blah. Granted, he's married to a lady in a jewelry store, but 4 wedding bands? I secretly hoped it was because he kept taking it off on business trips and losing it in the bathrooms of the strip clubs I was assuming he would visit. Or leaving them at his various girlfriends' houses. But that's neither here nor there.

We went across the way to another store. Fred-something-or-Other's. Very nice Saleslady greeted us and took us right to the plain bands when we asked to see them. They had a bigger selection and she didn't start pointing out all the bands with diamonds when I explained what I wanted. She was nice. She told us her name was Karen. After checking out Boston Store next and coming up with nothing, we decided to go back to Karen to get matching palladium bands. It's a silvery metal and I guess it's more durable than white gold or something. I don't know. But I think The Palladium was the club where MTV had their dance show in 1988....hosted by Downtown Julie Brown. So I'll probably think of that whenever I look at my ring. And my husband's undying love...there's that too. Anyway, they are nice but very simple. Exactly what we were looking for. We explained to Karen how snooty-snooty-McBooty across the way blew our sale when she couldn't wrap her mind around the fact that we wanted plain non-diamond bands. She just smiled and said, "I'll make sure you're taken care of when you come back to us." And we will.

One quick rant before I go....all of these pregnancy books/articles I read talk about the joyous second trimester. Apparently, I'm supposed to feel energized and refreshed and excited right now. And I'm supposed to enjoy that because things are supposed to get bad towards the end in the 3rd trimester. This is all a pile of horse hooey. Though I've started to become more active again, I'm still either always tired, or having trouble sleeping. I'm so moody I drive myself crazy. If I'm not crying or yelling I can promise you that at any given moment I would rather be doing either one. I was overcome yesterday by uncontrollable crying about both everything and nothing all at the same time. Being pregnant feels like being 13 again. And I hated being 13. Either I'm being gypped out of the magic of pregnancy, or those books lie. So far pregnancy has felt like a combination of neverending PMS, neverending hangover, moderate depression, and adolescent insecurity. I've actually been told that I'm not glowing. Maybe those pregnancy books all have major typos. I think, instead of "People will tell you you're glowing" it should be "People will tell you you're glowering." That seems about the speed of it.

Ok. No, seriously, I'll post pictures on here soon. For you, my devoted reader(s).