Thanks to an similar story by my friend John Holton (see below), I’m submitting this post to Fandango’s One Word Challenge.
The prompt word is “chop”.
I’m also feeling mixed emotions for I see our recently departed friend Hobbo commented on my story when I originally wrote it last year.
RIP Hobbo.

When I became pregnant with my first baby in 1977, my husband Bill and I were over the moon! We were thrilled and dove headfirst into the whole pregnancy phenomenon – buying furniture and clothes and setting up a nursery. At the time I was 26 years old, weighed 105 pounds and stood 5’4” tall.
Throughout my pregnancy I craved barbecued hamburgers, fresh tomatoes and hot fudge ice cream sundaes every day. After nine months, I gained a whopping 72 pounds and at some point had to remove my wedding…
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Both your swollen finger and cutting of ring gave me goosebumps. I could visualise it.
But all’s well that ends well, though after undergoing terrible pains.
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It was rough, KK. In fact, it took long to get the ring off than to get the baby out! LOL!!
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omg that finger makes mine look fine.. yikes. coming back to read later! 😘
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