*warning -- pregnant rambling ahead!* I should be at the beach right now, but I'm not. I was at the beach last week, as planned, but it was a little harder to have adventures than planned. Sweet hubby, late at night, the night before he was supposed to drive to the beach with my sister, had a little accident. He dislocated his shoulder. For the fourth time. My sister drove him around town (discapacitated with one arm immobilized and the remnants of a morphine high from the ER) to take care of some odds and ends, and then drove him to the beach for family beach week. He finally has an appointment with an orthopedist today, where I'm sure there will be discussion of surgery to stabilize his shoulder, before we head back to the beach tomorrow for our annual college friends beach reunion, which would be impossible to reschedule. Canceling (unless there are extreme circumstances) would waylay the vacation plans of two of my college best friends, since they count this...