Silently dropping my party dress to the floor, I accept the dull, over-sized hospital gown out of his hand.  A prickle of worry skitters across my Mr.'s face, like a dragonfly landing on a calm pond, I see the look of concern zip through his eyes.  As quickly as it came, it went.  Flashing me a quick smile, he recedes to a chair over in the corner and allows the "professionals" to take over.