I SWEAR I hadn’t even made it out of my pyjamas with Ben at three weeks in but second time round normal life stops for no baby. I almost feel sorry for Katie as she is bundled into the car in all weathers, moods and state of dress. With Ben, I tried to plan trips to tie in with expected feeds or naps. This time around, Katie feeds on the run as we ferry Ben to playschool, swimming and, of course, keep up with mummy’s social calendar.

This is where breastfeeding gets a major tick in the box as it is one less thing to organise when dashing out the door.

I do remember feeling quite self-conscious at the thought of whipping them out outside the privacy of my own home, but not so this time round.

It was at John Lewis the other day, in the back of my car at the leisure centre car park last week, and pretty much anywhere that serves cake to be honest. It’s a bit of a bind at night, though, when it would be nice to detach the bosoms and hand them over for someone else to have a bash.

Ben is obviously intrigued by the whole thing. Having explained it to him he didn’t seem appalled by the idea of breastfeeding but did ask whether he would have boobs one day.

And so started one of many chats I fear we are going to have about boys’ and girls’ bits. Five minutes in we had covered ‘winkies’ and ‘looloos’ and I then decided the best course of action was distraction in the form of a chocolate biscuit.

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