I managed to get my wedding ring back on today - the first time in a few months where I've been able to do so without a sense of panic that it was going to get stuck and I would have to get it cut off before my finger swells up in to a purple balloon.
In my head, I'm now visibly a untakeable woman again. Like the uniform of track pants and a baggy jumper, a wriggly baby in one arm and general aroma of nappy cream and people milk weren't enough of a giveaway.
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