Ds2 is 7months old, and dh has been badgering me to move him out of our room into his own - especially as he's an early riser (5am or so). He made some comment this evening - at bed time- that he was still in our room, so I completely flipped out, threw all the junk that we'd been storing in ds2's bedroom into a corner, and made up his bed. The temper tantrum, I suppose, is to hide the fact that I really don't want him to be in his own room! He sleeps really well in with us, and I can't bear the thought that he's in another room! I know, clingy mother. He was in a crib, it's not like he was in our bed. I just feel completely shit that my little baby is in another room! And knowing that this is it (no more kids - ds1 has a medical condition that made ds2 a case of russian roulette), makes it even worse for me. Argh! Sorry, just needed to vent somewhere!