I’ve found a fascinating degree of insight into people by how they ask about Roby. There are two camps:

1.

People who ask about the magic

2.

people who ask about the pain.

I think those might be the only two sorts of people in the world.

Either they want to know how enchanted I am by this new and perfect human that is bringing the light of the universe into my mortal life,
or they want to know how little I’m sleeping and how bad it sucks, it sucks right? It’s the fucking worst, wow why do we do this to ourselves? Did you know that parents are statistcally less happy (this is not actually true) Haha, yeah, fuck yeah, this sucks!

Imagine if you told someone you started a new job and their only reaction was to ask you how much it sucked and when you replied that actually it was great and you’re happy, they said: just wait, eventually you’ll be a dried up old bastard who hates your boss.

Or imagine if you told someone you were into hiking and they instantly brought up blisters:

oh, do you have blisters yet? You always get blisters, and just wait for the knee pain!

Well, no, actually I’ve done loads of research with my partner and I think we’re handling things well. The view is beautiful and I love working up a sweat on the way up.

JUST WAIT, EVENTUALLY YOU WILL HATE THIS THING YOU ONCE LOVED!
Or at least resent it.

I don’t like it one bit.