14 days

     14 days. 336 hours. 20,160 minutes. 1,209,600 seconds. A lot can happen in that span. The weather can turn from winter to spring. The leaves can fade from red to brown from trees to ground. You can take finals and graduate from college. You can leave one job to start your dream job. You can ride your bike from Indiana to New York. You can travel the south island of New Zealand. You can collect a paycheck. You can take a trip to Florida to say goodbye to your grandfather. You can get married and take a honeymoon. You can train for a marathon. Two weeks. A lot can happen in two weeks, but it hasn't ever felt quite like this. 

     In two weeks, we have been told by medical professionals, our baby will arrive. And just as women have done 7 billion times before me, we will bring a baby into this world. No turning back now. It's coming no matter how many times I have checked the firmness of the crib mattress or the softness of the freshly washed onesies, this baby will be here and we will be responsible for caring for it, for raising it, for turing it into a decent human being. We. Are. Responsible. 

     14 days. You can accomplish a lot in 14 days, but nothing feels quite like this.