Dropping the f-bomb

It took me awhile to get used to the fact that I was engaged.  This is probably extremely common, but it seemed to take me an embarrassingly long time.  In fact (and I can't believe I'm actually admitting to this) a few weeks after I got back from Paris, the checkout clerk at the supermarket pointed to my hand and said "Oh my gosh, that's so pretty!" and I thought she was talking about my nail polish. 

Seriously. 

It wasn't until I got home and was putting the groceries away that I realized that *duh* she was talking about my ring, not my chipped, navy blue fingernails!  I guess I just never really got a chance for the engagement to sink in before B was back in Michigan, and I was back to my everyday life.

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Dropping the f-bomb was the weirdest.  Fiance...it just seemed so pretentious.  Couldn't I just call him by his name?  For the longest time I avoided the word completely.  And even though a year has passed and it seems less strange, I still stumble over the F-word.

I can't even imagine how weird "husband" will be!

Did you have a hard time remembering that you were engaged?  When did it finally sink in?