“John, I’m bleeding.” When you’re pregnant wife has had a miscarriage once before, those words only have one meaning. You don’t think lacerations. You don’t think of blisters that have burst. No, there is only one thing that comes to mind: reliving a past and unpleasant experience. Such was my experience this weekend. Cheryl uttered those words, and my interpretation was not a mistake – perhaps an exaggeration. Since then Cheryl has spent more time off of her feet and I’ve been doing more at home, but thankfully nothing else has happened. So far, so good.