That you sing "Proud to be an American" off-key to my belly, since it's the only 'baby song' you know.
That you smile when you see dads with their sons doing just about anything, because that's "so gonna be me".
That you already shop in the toy aisle every time we go to the store to check out all the fun things you want to buy
That somewhere deep down you seem to actually think that Eggy is going to be able to play catch with you at 2 months old.
That you patiently keep your hand on my belly while I keep asking, "Okay, tell me you felt THAT?!" But you felt him last night, so it's worth it.
That you bought a special frame for the ultrasound picture so you could put it on your desk at work.
That you tell me how now your favorite body part of mine is my belly.
That you yell at me if I poke or tap my stomach because it might "upset the baby".
That you've had as much fun shopping for nursery items, baby clothes, and other such things as I have.
That you make me feel beautiful even when I feel like a hippo.
That you tease me about looking like a hippo.
That you cheered and then cried when we found out we were having a boy.
That you came home the other day with a "Babies First Bible" to put on the bookshelf in the nursery.
That when we sit and watch tv at night, you rub my belly just to be closer to the baby.
I love what an amazing father you are going to be. It makes me love you even more than I thought was possible.
Our son is one lucky little man.
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