M was once opposed to being called "daddy" and we joked about our kids calling him "papi" instead. But do you know what "papi" means in Spanish slang? Well, it's slang for "father" - but also it is "a slang term that is similar in effect to Daddy in the phrase 'Who's your Daddy?'. Often given by women to their boyfriends/husbands or to their sex partner". Well, so says Urban Dictionary.
There's a certain Ick factor there, yes?
So, for now, whether he opposes or not, he is the daddy.
And so far, he's awesome at it!
He's taken care of me and the house and the yard and the dishes and the laundry for months on end until I could resume helping. He even went to the grocery store several times, which I think is pretty cool in its own right.
After we heard the swishy, he walked around making the swishy noise for days, admitting that when he needed a mental break from studying, he'd make that noise and it would calm him.
He has dreams about this Whosit. What she'll look like. Who she'll be. He's taken to talking to her (via belly phone) so that she'll recognize his voice when she's born. He e-mails me at work to see how "both of his babies are doing today".
He fantasizes about having her lay sleeping on his chest so she'll hear his heartbeat. About showing her the world and all the lovely things in it. About blowing raspberries on her belly. About getting her up early and taking her fishing (please, for his sake, let her not take after her mom so she'll actually like early mornings and have the patience for fishing).
Then, yesterday morning, as we lay awake at the crack of stupid (seriously 6 a.m. is just too early on a Saturday morning!) he admitted that he's in deep smit. (shameless movie reference. . . . quick! where's it from?) He's already so in love with this girl and she's not even been born!
This means several things: 1) I was right when I told him he'd be totally wrapped around his little girl's finger some day (though, admittedly, I had no idea it would happen so soon); 2) I can have my disillusioned days and live to tell about it because he's very secure with all this and I don't have to be strong and centered and Mrs. Pregnancy Hero for the both of us; 3) at least one of this baby's parents loves her totally and completely already (the other's just too scared to love/hope/lose); 4) he's recently convinced himself this means he knew her long before this life, which I think is pretty freakin' cool.
He's pretty much the Best Dad Ever already. We're both lucky girls.
Now, where are the kleenex?
~Nichole
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