Looking for encouragement? I don't suggest Walmart.

I've got to share this moment with all of you out in Bloggerville.

Jason and I went to Walmart on Saturday night to get a few things: diapers, milk, etc. I had mentioned earlier that day that I desperately needed to get a cheapo wedding band since my fingers have now swelled to the point where wearing mine puts it in jeopardy of being cut off at the hospital.

We stepped up to the counter to look at bands, and the lady behind the counter, who was obviously clueless about the emotional needs of pregnant women, asked if she could help.

Here's the conversation:

Me: "I'm looking for a cheap wedding band to get me to the end of my pregnancy."

"Oh, well, you probably don't have anymore than what? One month left?"

Me: "Ummm...actually I'm due the beginning of February."

"Oh, well, you're what? A size 10 at least" (Let me enter here that she wasn't talking about dress size).

Me: "My wedding band is a size 5."

"Looks like you're at least a 7 now."

Me: "No, I think the 6 will do fine."

At this point, I was slightly annoyed, but I tried on the size 7 and the size 6 ring and what do you know, the size 6 was perfect.

Conversation continues:

The Walmart lady: "Yeah, that'll probably do because I'm sure your doctor doesn't want you to gain anymore than what? 10 more pounds."

Okay, now she was really starting to irritate me. I didn't know whether to laugh or to start crying. Being the discerning woman I am, I ignored this comment and told her that we would by the ring.

I walked out of Walmart wearing my size 6, $30 wedding band.

Maybe Walmart should do sensitivity training for their staff who deal with pregnant women and jewelry. Maybe I'll suggest that.