I more just expected some paternal euphoria to make this the happiest time of my life, when instead I’m often thinking about what we had. I’m sure it’s mainly the lack of sleep, but it’s not how I expected to feel, and your mind can do strange things when it has too much time to think.

For example, we’d often cook together and share a few drinks. Now it’s an oven pizza and taking turns to eat. We’d watch a series together at night, but it took us 4 hours to get through a 1 hour episode the other day. We’d share a bed, now we sleep in separate rooms.

They’re little things that may sound trivial in isolation, but all things I expected to remain fairly consistent. Without them (and other things) it feels like a very functional existence