My ring is sized and ready to go. Apparently it is really made of platinum, not white gold. So we paid $ for a ring worth $$. It's a nice feeling. I think it might be kind of big. Oops. Apparently my fingers lost some weight as well.
It looks so beautiful. I'm not posting photos of it until you can really see it on my finger (meaning I am engaged).
That Groom thinks it's funny to fake me out (Jim Halpert style, faking out Pam on The Office all season), and he really enjoys getting down on one knee as often as he can. I back away from him and yell at him to stop. I know some think it is romantic, but I don't want to be proposed to when I am wearing my sweats doing the dishes.
This is getting ridiculous.