I basically gush over DH 24/7-- it's sickening. You'll be mad you asked.
Although I do feel we've earned our hard-won happiness after almost 18 years of ups and downs!
OOH, he's just doing what all partners should do (okay, maybe a little above and beyond). So the feminist in me is like... what, I should give him a medal just because most men aren't as involved as he is? To paraphrase Chris Rock, that's what you're supposed to do, you low-expectation-having m*therf***ers! LOL... But OTOH... Most men aren't as involved, supportive, loving, excited, etc... So I have to give him credit. And I do. A lot.
At night, I hear him watching pregnancy vlogs (really!) on his iPhone. Sometimes I think he's looking at porn until I hear a baby cry after all the sex-moaning (homebirth videos).
He talks up homebirth all the time to his skeptical friends. And cloth diapers. And EC.
He never asks me if I "should" be eating something, or if I'm "allowed" to do X, Y or Z.
Buko is as top-of-mind for him as s/he is for me. He wants to talk about Buko, text me about Buko, think about Buko, dream about Buko, feel Buko in my belly... pretty much every chance he gets.
He thinks I am the most beautiful human being alive and tells me so several times a day.
He proudly tells everyone that since I will be in charge of input (breastfeeding), he will be in charge of output (diapers and EC).
He is not a big reader, but has already read his "assigned" homework-- a "new daddy" book, an infant massage book, an EC book... and he's reading the one parenting book I wanted to read before birth (Unconditional Parenting).
He happily does things like attend a movie about Ina May in a tiny rowhouse, drive an hour to the hippie baby store to try on carriers, practice with cloth diapers, etc., etc.
He actually cooks breakfast for me most mornings. Crazypants.
He helps me get as comfortable as possible in bed and lets me sleep in as much as I want.
He doesn't care an iota about the flowers on the diaper bag I bought, he prefers wraps to soft structured carriers, and his masculinity isn't threatened one bit by any of it.
He has really stepped up taking care of his health (he has asthma and allergies) and working out so he won't be a typical "old dad" (his words-- he's almost 43).
He has come to every single prenatal appointment.
When the midwife asks if he wants to hear the heartbeat (it's with a fetoscope and neither of us is particularly excited to hear it for whatever reason-- nice, but just kind of anticlimactic), he just says, "No, I trust her." (Meaning me.) And it's not because he's uninterested in Buko-- quite the opposite. It really means... he doesn't need to hear what sounds like a watch ticking under a pillow to know that Buko is moving and grooving all the time... I know many people love hearing the heartbeat for diverse reasons, and we both 110% understand that, but it's kind of nice that anything "objectively observable"-- or anything a midwife or doctor can tell him-- carries less weight than what I tell him about my pregnancy or the baby.
He just quit his job to come work my business with me and stay at home with Buko. Okay, now THAT is above and beyond.
Um... I could go on!
I really that guy.