We’ve all seen them. Those glamorous mums-to-be who shop, lunch and totter their way through pregnancy in sexy shoes, proudly displaying their perfect little bumps like the latest Lulu Guinness handbag. They might have pots of money and a wardrobe to make Carrie Bradshaw envious but would you really want to be a Yummy Mummy?
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.
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.
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.
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.
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.