i had my final appointment with my obstetrician this week & it was a strange feeling leaving the hospital when i realised it would be for last time. or that's the plan anyway. i guess the having babies part of my life is behind me. who knows, maybe if we're crazy enough to think we can survive a third round of sleep deprivation, we might re-consider, but at this stage we're concentrating on our happy little family of four. total. plus i'm not sure my body is ever gonna be the same after number 2, let alone number 3. if you happen to be out & about and think you see me, but then think, oh no, the captain wouldn't be seen dead in a big ol' jumper and track pants, well think again. yes, it's depressing, but hey i have little, chumba-wumba charlie, happy & healthy at home. if i could be bothered getting off my bum, i could probably do something about it, but the thought of giving up lollies & chocolate, on top of the lack of sleep right now could bring me to tears. anyways, knowing that little charlie is our last baby, i'm trying to soak up as much newborn-ness i can. sentimental.