When Ryan and I were first talking about getting engaged, we went ring shopping for some preliminary guidelines: shape, color, style, etc. One salesperson (a real dickbag) told us that we needed to find the perfect ring because at some point I was going to be furious with Ryan and lock myself in the bathroom. It is in the bathroom, I would eventually look down at my left ring finger, see my wedding ring and be reminded of how much Ryan loved me. This conversation seriously occurred.
For my "push present" Ryan got me another wedding band. I LOVE it! We also had our rings polished and cleaned and they look much more bling.
So I guess when I am trying to push my son out and I want to give up, I'll just look down at my new wedding band and find the inner strength because it will remind me of how much I am loved. Or perhaps the epidural and promise of beer at the end will help my motivation. Only time will tell.