My mother said to me when we were outside a chocolate cafe that we were going into 'so, how is your weight going?' I was 40 +2 (and in prelabour though they didn't know this) at this stage but I hadn't seen her much as she lives interstate. I was extremely annoyed and just commented that I hadn't been really focussing as I was *pregnant*. Besides I thought it was fairly obvious. This was after other comments from my Father about how 'big' I was and that I could have been used for a ball at the volleyball tournaments. Needless to say coffee with them was very short and I didn't order as much as I would have liked
4 years on I still remember. Holding a grudge much?