Anyhoo, I digress, we are talking about my Ya Ya's here, not the Stones. Yesterday I had to go to the docs for a very welcomed vitamin injection and get my C Section scar checked out and as usual we were kept waiting for aaaages to be seen. Forty minutes after we should have been in the doctors room the Bean decided it was time for his feed. I knew I would have to face this situaltion at some point, but had hoped it would be in a nice wee cafe where everyone was busy enjoying a chat and a cuppa and wouldn't be interested in little ole me getting my paps out.
No such luck, the waiting room was packed and of course there was the obligatory weirdo in the corner (there is always one in a doctors waiting room isn't there?) who was already far too interested in watching us. But the wee man was not waiting for anything, he wanted his food NOW and the boob had to come out regardless of the weirdo and his staring.
Thankfully I had on a fabulous new scarf that would easily give me a bit of privacy, and with a bit of artistic draping the girls were kept under wraps (which is quite and achievement with my rack) and the Bean could guzzle to his hearts content. Job done. No public flashing, much to the disappointment of the peeping tom in the corner, the Bean had a full tummy and I got over the first public display of my jugs.