The plan was to come in to the office this morning, get a little work done, then leave for Cheryl’s ultrasound. Sure, I’ll just sit here and do some work while I wait on the news that could change the rest of my life.

No problem.

I look at Cheryl and I see my love, my wife, my dearest. I look at my child and I see me, only a lot more willful; and a whole lot more outspoken. I look at my wife and I sometimes see a rock. At other times I see a feather. I look at my daughter and I sometimes see the spawn of satan. At other times I see the sweetest person on Earth. I look at myself and I see someone I would have envied in college.

It’s hard to believe what a little change in perspective will bring.

The wait ends tomorrow. After an extremely long week, we find out if the dream of another child is still alive or put on hold once again. Meanwhile, Cheryl is still showing symptoms of pregnancy, which is either a good sign of things to come or a cruel joke.