We don't really know what triggered it; it might have been a comfy, multi-colored bean-bag chair my Grandmother gave me, but it could just as well have been any particular environmental allergen or even simply an errant blast of cold, holiday air.
When my wife discovered she was pregnant, she came into the kitchen where I was getting dinner ready and sheepishly, hesitatingly, told me the big news, hoping that I wouldn’t have a heart attack...
