As I sit here with my little one clamped to my boob for the third time this morning and wonder at how marvellous it is that I made this little being (who is showing every sign of taking after both parents size-wise), I’m thinking back to being pregnant and the insecurities that being fat brought with it.
Does anyone else get that sinking feeling when your child’s teacher crosses the playground in your general direction?? You hope they are going to turn left and head for the mother who has clearly not washed the P.E kit for two weeks or even better to the 15 year old who we all know is NOT little Sally’s sister!
Fat & Family 
