My Valentine's Day wedding proposal was kind of a mess. My husband (boyfriend at the time) was gone all day, shopping for a ring with his mother. It was obvious because we were always together. So he called me and told me to get ready to go to dinner at our favorite Chinese restaurant. Here is the kicker—I was pregnant and so incredibly sick. I threw up constantly, anytime I rode in a car/smelled food or cologne. Morning sickness? Yeah, right…try all-day sickness. So I dreaded going anyway, because I knew the car ride would be no fun. So yes, on our way we had to stop so I could throw up. Really romantic, right?

I was trying to be a trooper, because I knew he was trying to make it special. I could see the ring box in his pocket. So at dinner (while still really sick), he pulls out the ring. While not looking, I grabbed it off the table and placed it in his lap. He put it back on the table. I kept saying, "Not now. Please not now." This process went on for a few minutes. Then, I, of course, said yes. Almost six years later, I feel like I need to make it up to him.

— Amanda of Lenzburg, Illinois