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w October 09, 2006

Am I A Statistic?

The day of truth came about five minutes ago when I realized I could no longer wear my wedding ring with any degree of comfort; I also didn't want to get to the point where it would have to be cut off my finger. I had given up on the engagement ring months ago, but alas, today I am now an unwed teenage mother.

It's a joke.

My great-grandmother's engagement ring, circa 1912 (I think) fits perfectly, even loosely, however, so I am going to wear that to at least look married for the next eight weeks. It's quite lovely---two very small sapphires in "starburst" cutouts flanking a similarly situated small diamond in a wide gold band. And it slides on and off my ring finger with no swearing, pinching, or weeping. Oddly enough, for all the hypertensive issues I had with the Bean, I don't recall having to take my rings off. Go figure. At any rate, this is not an uncommon problem, and it's shortlived.

Speaking of the Bean, she has decided to be intractable recently, and has resolutely refused to repeat (how alliterative!) her walking feat of last Thursday. That being said, when I manipulate her legs during our exercises, I can feel the solidity and the surety of step...okay, I really didn't mean to get that frivolous with alliteration a second time. Maybe the ring really did cut off blood flow...at any rate, we know she can do it, she knows she can do it, and her strength just keeps improving. I'm almost thinking she got startled by her success last week, and is processing all the ramifications. No one is going to let her off the hook from now on out, and we'll get a second performance, I feel sure. It's funny though...I've had to be so patient for so long, you'd think it would be easy to continue in that vein a little longer. Not so! I freely admit I was hoping we'd go from unsteady supported walking to tear-assing around the house in a week, but I do realize this is all a process. A very, very long process, but we have seen nothing but upward trajectory, regardless of how agonizingly long it has taken. So. Keep sending strong peripatetic vibes towards Emerald Hills...

by at October 09, 2006 5:49 PM | TrackBack Comments

She's holding out for Toblerone.

Posted by: Kenneth on October 10, 2006 2:14 PM
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