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Tuesday, January 11, 2011

Real Mummy Versus Yummy Mummy

Here I'd like to share an interesting articles for mom's out there.

What differs a real mummy to yummy mummy, or in other word, HOT MAMA.. the gorgeous one that some people found not real enough to be a mother.. (huh?) I found this article in this LINK. It's amusing to read.. and I'm thankful I'm a REAL mummy.. (actually, I think I am in between REAL and YUMMY mummy.. ahaks!)

Happy reading!


On getting pregnant

We: keep it a closely guarded secret for a while, inventing outrageous excuses for our funny behaviour.
She: takes out an ad in the Telegraph announcing her achievement and an ETA for yummy mummy junior.

On morning sickness

We: become intimately acquainted with the toilet bowl and abandon all hope of ever holding on to our breakfast cereal.
She: disguises her bleary eyes with Gucci sunglasses and recommends pregnancy to her friends - it's fabulous for detoxing, darling.

On pregnancy diets

We: love the eating-for-two excuse and stuff our faces full of chocolate, doughnuts, cake and crisps.
She: trembles in her Manolos at the thought of putting on weight and books a crisis session with her consultant nutritionist.

On the pregnancy blues

We: slob around in our pyjamas, eating enormous tubs of ice cream and weeping over terrible daytime TV.
She: hails a cab to see her creative healer, Nigel - proudly clutching her moonstone and practising a spot of ashtanga yoga on the back seat.

On hair

We: put off going to the hairdresser for fear of scaring him with our wild, untamed manes.
She: enjoys a weekly trim at John Frieda, reading Tatler and Vogue while her highlights are touched up.

On the first signs of a bump

We: squeeze into our trusty old jeans for as long as physically possible, even though the top button's popped off.
She: dashes to Push in Islington for some customised Earl jeans, then over to 9London for another little black dress.

On maternity shopping

We: Pick up some bargains from the high street, hiding the credit card bill when we splash out on something special.
She: salivates at the opportunity to buy a whole new wardrobe and enlists a team of personal shoppers. How else would she carry all the bags, silly?

On pregnancy pampering

We: feel grateful to have 10 minutes of peace in the bathroom with a gossipy magazine and a splash of Radox.
She: thinks that 'low-maintenance' means going a week without a pregnancy facial and massage at the Elemis Spa.

On buying things for baby

We: borrow stuff from friends and feel rather pleased when we find a bargain 10-pack set of babygros in Asda.
She: heads off to The Cross in West London to make a list and hires a party organiser to throw her a baby shower.

On skincare

We: ditch cleansing, toning and moisturising in favour of an extra ten minutes in bed.
She: is soooo inspired by her fabulous 'glow' that she dreams up her very own skincare range and pitches it to Clarins.

On shoes

We: are so alarmed by the change in our centre of gravity that we squeeze our swollen ankles into some rather large and clumpy flats - better to be comfy than clumsy, eh?
She: is aware that motherhood means making sacrifices - and reduces the 85mm heel on her Jimmy Choos to a highly unglamorous 65mm...

On exercise

We: pop to the local swimming pool and do three lengths, then reward ourselves with a giant chocolate eclair.
She: slips into a Juicy Coutre tracksuit and develops a holistic fitness programme with her personal trainer.

On underwear

We: abandon thongs in fear of losing them somewhere they shouldn't be(!) and opt for comfort over class - it's big knickers all the way.
She: squeezes into lacy Myla and plans to wear Agent Provocateur on her big night out at the Portland...

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