Even though I'm sociable and love an occasion, I love me time even more. Since being little I've been very happy in my own company. In fact, I feel like I need time on my own to stay sane. I was really worried about moving in with my now husband for fear that I wouldn't get to spend time by myself. On the nights he was getting in late or when he was going out with friends I would relish being able to sit and read, listen to music, fantasise about what I would spend a big lottery win on, craft or just sit and 'be' - the quiet house all to myself was my oyster! However, when I found out that we were having a baby, I didn't think about how it would impact on my precious 'me time'. Maybe I felt like I had worked it out with Hubble so I would easily work it out with a baby. Or (more likely) I just didn't think that a baby wouldn't allow me time by myself. I had glorious visions of sitting with a quiet baby who would enjoy time around the house just