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Li Wenbo personally selected the wallpaper, curtains, crib, stroller, and even the baby's toys, striving to create a warm and comfortable environment for their child. He studied various baby products with great enthusiasm, resembling a Childcare Expert.
"Fang Jingzhu, what do you think of this crib? It's imported, made of solid wood, formaldehyde-free, safe and environmentally friendly." Li Wenbo pointed at the picture on his phone, asking with excitement.
Fang Jingzhu glanced at it and smiled. "It looks nice, but I think the color is a bit too dark. How about we choose a lighter one?"
Li Wenbo immediately nodded vigorously. "You're right; let's go for a lighter color."
In addition to decorating the nursery, Li Wenbo also began to brush up on parenting knowledge. He bought a pile of parenting books and spent every night poring over them, diligently learning how to breastfeed, change diapers, and soothe a baby to sleep. He was determined not to be caught off guard when it came time to care for their child.
"Wen Bo, you don't need to be so nervous; you'll learn naturally when the time comes," Fang Jingzhu said with a laugh as she watched Li Wenbo's serious demeanor.
"I have to prepare in advance! What if I get flustered when the time comes?" Li Wenbo replied earnestly.
Despite his busy schedule, Li Wenbo insisted on giving Fang Jingzhu a massage every night, claiming it could alleviate discomfort during pregnancy and promote blood circulation. In reality, he just wanted an excuse to feel his wife's skin. Of course, Fang Jingzhu was more than happy to enjoy this special treatment; after all, pregnancy could be exhausting, and Li Wenbo's massages did help her relax.
Every evening, Li Wenbo would also accompany Fang Jingzhu in listening to prenatal music, claiming it was to cultivate the baby's musical sensibility. In truth, he simply enjoyed listening to soothing melodies himself. He would talk to Fang Jingzhu's belly, sometimes calling it a son and other times a daughter, leaving Fang Jingzhu both amused and exasperated.
"Wen Bo, you haven't even confirmed whether it's a boy or girl yet! Calling it son one moment and daughter the next will confuse the baby," Fang Jingzhu laughed.
Li Wenbo chuckled back. "Who cares? It's our little treasure regardless." He then pressed his ear against Fang Jingzhu's belly and pretended to listen intently. "Hmm? I think I can hear the baby's heartbeat! Thump-thump-thump; it's strong!"
Fang Jingzhu couldn't help but laugh at his antics. She gently stroked her slightly rounded belly, feeling the rhythm of life within her and filling her heart with happiness and anticipation.
Finally, the due date arrived—two days later than expected—and during those two days, Li Wenbo was as restless as an ant on a hot pan.
He worried about Fang Jingzhu's stomach pains one moment and fretted about the baby's position the next. His mind was filled with all sorts of anxious thoughts that left him feeling frazzled. In contrast, Fang Jingzhu remained much calmer; she ate when she was hungry, slept when she was tired, and even found time to read and binge-watch shows.
"Fang Jingzhu, do you feel any discomfort in your belly? Should we go to the hospital?" Li Wenbo asked every ten minutes.
"Nope! I feel fine," Fang Jingzhu rolled her eyes at him. "You're more nervous than I am! If someone didn’t know better, they’d think you were the one about to give birth."
Li Wenbo scratched his head awkwardly. "I'm just concerned about you!"
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