Day 218: - That Time Again

He is safely delivered back to Nottingham.

It gets a bit easier every time. When I was pregnant with him I used to sing this to my bump every night - I convinced myself the bump recognised it and used to get very active. Today we stopped for breakfast and it was playing in the cafe - all my reserves needed to be summoned to not have a little sob. 

Back home now and waiting for the plumber. Reality bites.