Christmas has come and gone, but instead of some pithy ramblings about life (like I’m wont to do on more somber occasions), I’ll share something with you:<\/p>\n
I cried yesterday.<\/p>\n
I don’t normally cry, even though I am a sensitive new-age guy. I normally hold things in and wait until my stomach dissolves into puddles of acid before admitting that there’s something on my mind. But I cried yesterday, because our second child became very, very real to us.<\/p>\n
Laureen had a Level 2 ultrasound, so we traveled to Hello, Frisco! to the doctor’s office for it. We get in, wait a goodly long time, but then we see the baby…<\/p>\n
It wasn’t a 3-D ultrasound, which I’ve heard is very nifty, but you could see brain lobes, the cerebral cortex, the valves of the heart… everything to indicate that this child was healthy.<\/p>\n
And we also found out it’s going to be a girl.<\/p>\n
That’s why I cried. Tears of joy, right there in the medical pavilion’s parking lot. This new child finally became real to me, more so than when Laureen first told me she was pregnant.<\/p>\n
The rest of the day wasn’t pleasant, due to some unhappiness in my stomach, but as far as I was concerned, everything’s great.<\/p>\n
Jacob’s still doing well. He’s being a superboy right now, and also a toddler. He’s started random tantrums if he doesn’t get his way… Just wait it out, deny the attention he wants, and he returns to normal in about 10 minutes.<\/p>\n
Chuck – thank you so much for the Starfarers game! That was totally unnecessary, but we’re going to enjoy figuring it out tonight.<\/p>\n
Okay, I’m wiped out. Been a long day getting back into the work grind, and I’m sleepy. Gotta get home.<\/p>\n
And now I find some jerk posting ads in my comments. They’ve been deleted, but I want to go blow up some sites now….<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
Christmas has come and gone, but instead of some pithy ramblings about life (like I’m wont to do on more somber occasions), I’ll share something with you: I cried yesterday. I don’t normally cry, even though I am a sensitive new-age guy. I normally hold things in and wait until my stomach dissolves into puddles … <\/p>\n