So now I'm sorry I didn't get this out to sooner. It's been a really busy start to this year, but that's still no excuse.
At the start of 2016, I projected that it would be a really busy year and that I'd be impressed if I read over 40 books (half of the 81 I read in 2015). I'm not sure how I was so accurate in my prediction, but I was barely able to beat my goal and ended up reading 41 books in 2016.
You'll be able to quickly tell some themes from the reading list: baby books, more baby books, and even sillier baby books. My wife wanted me to also include all the actual baby (board) books as well, like Goodnight Moon (which I've read over a hundred times and committed to memory), but I thought that was a bit silly and not worth polluting my "clean"/real reading statistics. But it is certainly true that I read more books for babies than for adults last year. And I read more books about babies than about anything else.
How much good did all that baby reading do? How well prepared was I for the challenges of fatherhood? I don't know what it would be like without the reading and prep, and it's just my personality to read and learn from wherever and whomever I can whenever I take on a new challenge. But I'm pretty sure the reading didn't do much except make me feel a bit better about myself as a "responsible" parent, trying to learn whatever I could so I could do a better job and feel a slightly higher level of control over that which is the most uncontrollable and unpredictable, a baby. So yes, I probably learned some stuff, but I probably would've been fine without it too. (The books that I did find most useful related to parenting were those by Janet Lansbury on the RIE philosophy.)