Breaking the News, and Introducing Baby Daddy

Told the grandparents on my side of the family, Baby Daddy told the grandparents on his side. My mother didn’t believe me until my sister insisted as well; his mother cried.

My mother insists that she knows it’s a girl, citing the fact that she knew she was having girls as proof. I reminded her that she didn’t know that I was prego and that I am the one carrying the child. (I’m still wondering about twins.)

Baby Daddy spent Friday night here. Went to an Irish restaurant downtown to humor his new “all starch warrior diet” (“We can have bangers and mash!” he says. And regarding his shephard’s pie: “I don’t need all this meat. More potatoes!”)

I’m more confident every time I talk to him that he is going to be a great dad. A scenario that he said went through his head today as he showered: “I could stop the drain, fill up the bathtub halfway, and let the baby sit in the tub, and you know, splash around and stuff. And then you’d come home and yell at me that I was going to drown the baby.” Nope, Baby Daddy, no yelling. That is exactly the sort of stuff that babies need.


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