AITAH for Giving Up My Baby?

Backstory: E (30m) and I (28m) and I wed on the 25th day of summer after a long and complex romance. I was dating some other people, and I am fairly certain that he was dating one of said people (they always danced together at the town's spring event, she gave him artwork she made, sat together during holiday community events, etc).

Anyway, we decided to put the past behind us and move forward together; he is quite charming most of the time and is environmentally conscious, not to mention creative. He ticked a lot of boxes for me to be honest, and after a lovely wedding, we were happily enjoying each other's company.

Well, E and I adopted a baby after he kept pestering me about it; again, we haven't been married that long, but this man had baby fever bad and was deeply entrenched in the mlm house husband fantasy to the point that it was all he could talk about for weeks.

I, being the good little husband that I am, finally conceded to his wishes. After all, he mostly works on his projects in the house except when he goes outside to read or see our animals, so why shouldn't he have a little baby to keep him company?

When I tell you the VERY DAY that our child was settled in her crib, he ran out the door and back down to his little bachelor shanty house by the sea with a quickness I hadn't seen him exhibit since our date on the rowboat (story for another time)! This man was standing by that shack, staring at the waves like 😃 as if we didn't have an entire INFANT back at home while day in and out I work fervently to keep the farm and greenhouse running, not to mention mining nearly every day! All this to keep his tresses perfectly conditioned, supplies for his writing constantly in our cabinets, and his suit well tailored and this was the thanks I got!!

Needless to say, I visited the witch and our baby was turned into a dove.

Upon making this decision, I surely thought he would show some sort of remorse for the baby he pined for and begged for so much that even the fortune teller brought up our talks of adoption during the fair. Nope! He just popped right out of bed the next day and stood next to the fridge, awaiting his daily duck feather as if his precious tiny girl hadn't been cursed to become a literal bird and subsequently flew out the window.

Edit: I do feel guilty about our child, even though she wasn't my idea. Also, I feel a little uneasy about the upcoming fall festival; it's always kinda creepy, but this makes it worse for some reason. AITAH and/or am I overreacting about the spookiness??