Here's a cute picture of Shelly at 30 WEEKS!!!
Shelly stays in the truck and calls 911. I get out to talk to the girl. Her car is barely running. She's done some major damage to it. She's just a young thing, maybe 17, and is freaking out. She kept saying, "I've got to go. I've got to get back to church. My boyfriends going to kill me." She then says, "There's no damage to your truck. I've got to go." I let her know we need to exchange information in case either one of us has any problems. She was reluctant to do this but I did get a name and number. Who knows if it's really her name and number. I do however, have the license plate number. When she left I was just waiting for her car to stall. I'm pretty sure she totalled her engine.
Then I get back in the truck and start freaking out again. Is Shelly okay? Is Riley okay? Is this going to send her into premature labor? I have developed this MAJOR need to protect them at all times. Both Shelly and Riley are okay and there were no contractions. I on the other hand, proceed to have a little breakdown. It freaked me out a little. We're just hitting 30 weeks and the thought of something going wrong at this point hit me hard.
We proceed to the Arena where Disney on Ice is playing. We all of course need treats and Tate needs a prize. We decide on Popcorn and Hot Dogs. I go to put the condiments on my dog and the slippery little sucker slips right off my bun onto the floor. That's it. I've hit my breaking point over a stupid hot dog and I start to cry. Shelly basically tells me to get a grip, it's supposed to be a fun day, and to take a damn Xanex. I did and felt much, much better.
Tate of course had fun watching the Disney Characters. I've included a couple of cute pictures of our day below.
Can you believe Riley's around 3 pounds and more than 15 inches long as of 30 weeks! It becomes more and more real every day!




