Not me, at least not entirely. Just my finger.
Neil and I ordered our wedding bands on the weekend (with the dollar where it is, it’s a good time to buy metals), and the jeweler needed to keep mine to ensure the band fits snugly up against the curve of my engagement ring (picture here for those who haven’t seen it/want a reminder).
And I have felt like something is “missing” ever since. I catch myself panicking at least once a day thinking I’ve lost my ring, to remember a nanosecond later that it’s on a planned absence.
I’m sure that the moment I’m feeling comfortable with not wearing any rings, I’ll get a call saying it’s no longer needed and I can retrieve it. And I’ll have to get used to wearing it all over again.
But in the meantime, if I seem a little less… shiny… you know why.