Yesterday, we took dinner over to my cube-neighbor Harry’s house and met his wife and their now-one-week-old baby, Max.

It made it more real for both of us. Even though Max is a big baby, weighing more than 9 lbs at birth, he’s still SO TINY and vulnerable looking. He didn’t seem to enjoy anything but being curled up in the fetal position against Mommy or Daddy.

And in six months, we’re going to be the sleep deprived adults helping a tiny, vulnerable, hungry person learn how to live out here in the big, bright, loud, scary, exciting, and overwhelming world.

It feels both moving and frightening, the idea of all that responsibility.

And true to form, Jill is trying to plan for every possibility, and I am trying to read up on them all. As if that’s going to work.