Crazy Couple of Weeks

So here's a quick update:
Chris dislocated his shoulder playing football with his Elders Quorum. It was a couple weeks ago. He left at 9:30am Saturday morning and burst through the door around 10 calling for help. At first I thought he was joking, but after I saw the look on his face I could tell he was in a lot of pain. He said that he thought he dislocated his shoulder but that the guys popped it back in and that he just needed some ice. He tried to get comfortable while I got him some ice, and said he didn't need to go to the doctor. I gave him some IBprofin, and began to hold the ice on his shoulder, but I could tell it wasn't going to help. So I told him that we needed to go to the doctor. He agreed, which was a sign of how much pain he was in. So I called my mom to ask her if I should go to the instacare or the emergency room, and we decided that the instacare would be a little cheaper...and if they couldn't help then they would send us to the hospital. While I was talking to my mom, I could hear Chris moaning in pain, and yelling "hurry, please." Unfortunately the closest instacare that I knew of was down in Lindon. So we got in the car and started driving. Of course we were cut off by just about every slow driver in the world, which did not help Chris calm down. He was sobbing, which I have never seen him do. In the 6 years I've known him I have never seen him shed more than a tear. His body started shaking and I was afraid he was going into shock. I felt so bad for him and was so frustrated that there was really nothing I could do to help. Now a little side note, when I'm in stressful situtations where somebody has been injured my defense mechanism is to laugh. It's horrible I know. But I literally can't help it. So there we are my husband is sobbing and shaking with pain, and I'm trying not to laugh...that didn't help him feel better at all, and it made me feel worse, which made me have to try harder not to laugh or smile at all. Anyway, so we finally get to the instacare, and we walk inside. The women at the desk can tell he's in a lot of pain and check with the doctor to see if we need to go to the emergency room. The doctor says that he can help us, and while Chris is just trying to stay concious in the corner, I begin to fill out the paperwork. Then I see where the form asks for the patients signature. I ask the woman if I can sign it for Chris, and she says that at the emergency I would be able to, but at here they can't touch him until they have his signature. So I turn to Chris and tell him he needs to sign. He just looked at me and the other women like "What the heck! Can't you see I'm in Pain?" So with his left hand he just drew a line on the signature line. The woman said that wasn't good enough. He was not happy about this, and scribbled something on the paper which was going to be the most we could get out of him. I forged the other signature, and finished the paper work. We then had to wait for 20 minutes for the doctor in the lobby. Finally we got to a room, a nurse cam in and gave him a few shots, they took some x-rays, and after about an hour of being there they began to try to get his arm back in the socket. It took two grown men pulling on his arm for an hour as hard as they could to get the bone back in the right place. Everybody was so relieved that went back in especially Chris. They gave him some really strong medication and put his arm in a sling and sent us on our way. As we were leaving Chris told me that he just wanted to go home and take a nap before his soccer game later that night. Obviously he was delusional. There was no way that I was going to let him play. I just figured that the morphine they gave him was still in full effect. We picked up his medication, and went home. They told him to only take the medication at night because it was so easy to get addicted to it so once the morphine wore off he realized he wasn't going to be playing soccer anytime soon.
His arm has improved a lot, and physical therapy has been helping him, but he still doesn't have a lot of movement, and it's still really weak. Because it was his right arm, I've been having to do a little extra work around the house which has made life very busy for me. But I'm just glad that he doesn't need surgery or anything.
In other news, we have our appointment on the 19th and we'll finally find out what we're having! I'm so excited I can hardly wait!
Thanksgiving was great, we had great food, and I made a white chocolate raspberry cheesecake. I was so proud. My cousin Christy brought a guy who she's been dating and I'm pretty sure they're going to get married. Chris said that he is about as Rowe as you can possibly be without actually being a Rowe. For those of you who know my mom's side of the family you know what he means.
This week has been absolutely wonderful and relaxing, and we are not looking forward to going back to work and school on Monday.

You're getting a pouch....

So I never thought it was a big deal when girls said they didn't know how to react when somebody would say that they were starting to look pregnant, or getting a little "pouch"...until yesterday.
I was talking with a couple people at work and one of them reached over and patted my stomach and said "you're starting to look pregnant, that baby must be growing!" then another person chimed in and said "Yeah, I noticed the other day that you're getting a little pouch."
I just smiled graciously and said Yup. :) Inside I was experiencing for the first time what these other women are talking about when they bring this up. Now I know it's not a big deal, part of me is glad that I'm kind of starting to show...even if it's only a little bit. But the other part of me is having a little bit of a hard time with it. In my head I know that the baby really isn't that big yet, and though my clothes are a little tight, I didn't think I had a pouch yet...and when they rub my stomach, they're really just rubbing my fat. Disturbing, I know.
So I just wanted to let you all know that I finally understand what you're talking about and I can finally say I know how you feel. I mostly just feel fatter right now, but I'm looking forward to getting to the point where I actually look pregnant, and when people touch my stomach they're touching a baby...not my fat. :)