My midwife suggested I go to Sl*mming W*rld and keep a food diary “to be held accountable if I eat ten chocolate bars in a day”. I have a diagnosed eating disorder and I’ve lost over a stone because of morning sickness. She is not my midwife any more.

If you want to try and eat well during pregnancy then OBVIOUSLY that is to be encouraged but we all know that’s not what industrial diets are. If someone in their second trimester is still losing weight maybe drop the topic altogether?

There are days when I can’t keep water down. Two weekends ago I vomited blood. Pregnancy is rough enough without bringing unsolicited diet chat into the equation. I know midwives are in a difficult position because there are weight-related complications but WE KNOW THE RISKS.

This all happened on Monday, but I was so relieved/overwhelmed to hear the baby’s heartbeat I’d been seething on this in the back of my mind ever since.

I have a pretty thick skin and have had a lifetime of other people’s fatphobia so it more or less glances off me. When stuff like this happens I worry about the next woman, who might be more vulnerable than me.

Anyway... BMI is bullshit, health is a spectrum that presents itself in a billion ways, a little of what’s bad for you is good for you and hugs are usually quite nice.

When my body became a home for two I started to love and appreciate it in ways I have never, ever felt allowed to before. I have been kinder to and about it during this pregnancy than I have ever been and I have enjoyed the experience of loving the house my brain lives in.