Daddy-to-be

Most of the blogs are about me. And why shouldn't they be, right? I'm the one going through the actual pregnancy.  But we can't forget about Dennis.  Dennis is just smitten that we are having a baby.  There's really no better word to describe it.  It's hard to know how Dennis is feeling most of the time because he tends to keep certain feelings bottled up, but there is no doubt that he is elated that we are pregnant.  Honestly, I think Dennis was more sure he would have kids than I was, so for him this is just something he always knew would happen.  Of course, he's pulling for a boy.  He already jokes that the baby is holding a baseball.  I equally joke that the harder he wishes for a jock, the more likely we will end up with a gay, tap dancing kid.  He hates when I do that, which makes it even more fun.  Even more endearing is he's already started to rub my stomach and talk to the baby.  I've told him it can't hear him yet, but he still talks to it.  Having Dennis be so excited about the possibilties of our future makes me less nervous about the realities of it. I don't think I could have asked for a better Daddy-to-be.