Now don't get me wrong, I do love a good shop at John Lewis and it's not my go-to place to shed a tear but that's what happened this weekend. After getting the kiddo kitted out with new P.E/ football/money pit trainers I saw out the corner of my eye all the cute little tiny baby grows. Cue my coohs and ahhs as I went over to take a peek, after selecting the cutest little knitted newborn leggings, my eyes wandered onto pushchairs, then cots, breast pumps, car seats, night lights... and as Paul started to immerse himself in the world of baby. I froze.
