Stu took Sophs and kicked me out of the flat this afternoon - the concept of 'me time' without anything non-Sophia-related or specific to do felt completely weird! I have been so immersed in Sophia World it felt just so odd not to have her in my arms or be within 10 metres of her listening out for snuffles and little 'come and get me mummy' cries. I made sure Stu had milk to feed Sophs, ran through her different cries and how he should respond to them (poor boy! 'Jodie - just go, we'll be fine') and hopped on the bus to Brent Cross. I ended up buying things for Sophia, not for want of trying to buy clothes for me! We have a BBQ this Sunday with the couples from our antenatal group, and I was hoping to find an outfit to wear that wasn't maternity, as I don't fit most of my old clothes unless they are verrrry stretchy. No such luck! My boobs are the size of a small country and nothing, and I mean nothing fits or doesn't look obscene. Oh well! Maternity it is! I wandered around feeling as though I had forgotten something, and kept looking into all the prams and strollers and admiring all the babies around the place. My brain has well and truly turned to baby mush and for now, I wouldn't have it any other way :) I do have half an eye on the future though. My uni paperwork has come through and I'll be returning to classes in January to finish 3rd year. That's if I can pull together enough brain cells to complete and return the paperwork!