Have you lost your engagement ring?

As most of you know, I was in Melbourne last weekend catching up with A... (more to come)

On the Saturday morning, I did my normal.. nothing spesh, wake up, shower, get dressed, makeup, hair... then we headed out to catch the tram to Queen Victoria markets.

We were on the tram for about 5 minutes, when I looked at A and said "OHH crap! I left my engagement ring in your apartment". A gave me one of those looks, that can only be from someone who knows me so well they know how much I lose things, but loves me anyways.

 

Saturday - look no ring.

I thought about calling the reception desk and asking them not to service the room, but then that thought flew out of my head and I thought it would be okay.

We returned to the room about 6:30pm and the first thing I thought to do was look for the ring. Bedside table - nope. Window Ledge - nope. Bathroom Cabinet - nope. I couldn't for the life of me remember where I put it, but I knew I took it off before my shower.

I kept looking around, before A got suss and I told him what I was looking for. He immediately started to help me look. My heart started beating faster and I could feel myself begin to panic.

We took all the sheets off the bed, lifted up the bed and moved everything around.. even the clothes in his closet.

It was nowhere. I started to cry and cry and cry.

I sent a text to my mum and she told me not to give up easily and to keep looking.

I called reception, who offered to help us look and contact house keeping in the morning.

I couldn't believe the maid had stolen it, I kept telling A that wasn't a nice thing to do and who would do that?

We pulled out every single freaking thing in A's bedroom and put it in the hall, shaking everything violently. NOTHING.

I layed on the bed. A held me so tight he almost broke me.

A wasn't angry, not in the slightest. He kept asking me to calm down and telling me that it doesn't matter - we are still engaged, we still have each other and that's all that matters.

I knew it was all that matters, but this was the most beautiful thing ever bought for me, that he picked out himself, that he saved up for and I just stupidly forgot it. I was so angry at myself for being such a mess and kept crying most of the night.

Our Saturday night plans got cancelled, I was not going anywhere without my ring.

A told me it was gone and not to get my hopes up that house keeping would find it.

A passed out in exhaustion, still holding me so tight on the bed, which no longer had any sheets, pillows or blankets. I didn't care at that point.

We both had restless sleeps and I dreamt that I found my ring and I found it somewhere silly. I kept waking up, touching my finger and realising I hadn't found it.

More crying.

House keeping called - all bad news. The sheets weren't changed, it wasn't in the rubbish or in the vacuum cleaners. Did the maid steal it? I hoped not.

I asked A if we could have just one more look, before we headed out for the day because I didn't want to leave my ring alone...

I pulled the bed apart again, moved the bedside tables and lifted up the bed. Nope nothing.

A told me again that it was gone, it's okay.. it doesn't matter.

I started to cry again, then looked over my shoulder to see something shining underneath the alarm clock... OMG IT WAS MY RING!!!!!!!!!!

I screamed, grabbed it, put it on and then A and I had a massive hug, laughing and crying.

I agreed to clean the house now (it was all over the place) and A was happy.

Mum told me to never take it off again, except for when I was swimming.

I wish this was the first time I had almost lost my ring.....

One thing I couldn't get over though was A's response to the whole situation.. not mad or angry, disappointed or anything else. He was just worried about me being upset and nothing more. I love this man.

Have you ever lost your ring or had a close encounter?