Everyone familiar is Janet's.

"You ever wonder what she's thinking when she looks at us that way?" Steph asked, while we both watched Olive as she spent some time getting used to the animal-themed nursery that'll become her room when she gets bigger.

I have noticed how Olivia's dark eyes settle on one or both of us in a way that brought to mind police interrogations.

"She's probably asking herself how she ended up with us as parents, given how against the idea we've been in the past," I told her.

I studied our daughter as she tried to join our conversation by initiating one of her own with a series of noises that sound like badly pronounced 'aguas'.

"We're good parents though ... right?"

Clearly there's something Steph's wrestling with on her own ... which is unacceptable to me. It's my job to soothe away any doubts or fears she has; whether they're about Olivia, her opinion of herself as a new mother, or as a partner to me.

"We may not end up being the 'perfect parents', Babe, but I guarantee ... we're the right ones for her."