Today I felt depressed thinking that once the short break is over (while Owen is in nursery and before new baby comes) we'll again have no life or freedom for the next ten(?) years. Won't be able to go to the cinema to watch grown up movies, go to nice restaurants, relax at cafe, go out without faffing about with kids, or even just go out in the evening. We've only managed to go to the cinema once in the past 3 years without Owen. It makes me want to scream and cry.