My Favorite Things

One of my favorite things about being pregnant is your dad. He's P.G.--I've always thought so, but you bring out something extra special in him. I think he even has his own pregnancy glow. He just seems to be overflowing with the joy of you.

P.G. = I'm sure, by now, you've heard your dad say, "You're P.G., and that means PRETTY GREAT!" (Unfortunately, I cannot type the voice he uses.)

He has researched things we/you need. Some of the "must haves" are: a Radiohead t-shirt, a Boppie Pillow, and a Pack 'N Play--I had only heard of 2 out of 3 of these things. He collects advice from women around the office and passes it on to me. He sends me websites with pregnancy information and maternity clothes. He reads all the baby magazines that get sent to us. He has done most things around the house since you started sapping me of my energy and only picks on me a little for it. And he comes to every appointment that involves you.

At the doctor's office Monday, your dad and I were discussing my weight gain with the doctor. Last month I only gained 1 pound, but the month before I gained significantly more, and she kind of scolded me. So we were discussing this and the expectations for the coming months, and your dad cut in and started defending me, explaining to the doc that vegies didn't settle right but comfort food did during that time.

Thursday, I sent him an email complaining that I wanted to go home and crawl back into bed because I felt like a cow. I was fussing about all my lumps and bumps and how none of them looked pregnant. This was your Dad's reply:

"You, my love, are a walking incubator of life. You're a miracle who does paperwork. You're the best germ killer I've ever known. You're without question the best wife I've ever known. You're my best friend, and my baby's momma. And I think you're beautiful. Really, truly, beautiful. You're in the midst of the most incredible process you and I have ever had the pleasure of being a part of. It's a bumpy and lumpy process, but all of your bumps are in the exact place they belong on you. I think you're perfect."

He loves us!! And he seems to have fallen effortlessly into protector, provider, and caretaker of his family. He talks to you through my belly, and pokes you, and tickles you, and holds you. Last night he told you a story about the first time he went to a Columbus Blue Jackets game, and the moral of the story was: Don't work for a telecommunications start up company if they can afford a corporate box but not an open bar. I know he has lots of sound advice to pass along to you. He wonders about your future, such as what age is appropriate to introduce you to his "music."

Warning for your future self: If your dad says a singer or band is "genius," run away, Litttle Bean. Find something to do--taking out the garbage or mowing the lawn will be better. I promise you!

Your dad has many good qualities, but when it comes to music... I will say that he's passionate about it, it means a lot to him, and it's a huge part of who he is. Your dad will introduce you to some really good stuff, but when he labels it genius, it's hardly ever something most will enjoy. I guess those are my words of wisdom for today. I gotta keep up with your dad, you know.