<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6432860709316074230</id><updated>2012-01-25T10:15:56.357+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Desperatemummy</title><subtitle type='html'>consigli e verità nascoste sull'essere e sul diventare mamma</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desperatemummy.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6432860709316074230/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desperatemummy.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6432860709316074230/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>IsaB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11373449457314980492</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-pTC28_e6x7g/Ti1xHoONETI/AAAAAAAAAB8/JjXIO14Gf0I/s220/foto%2Bisa.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>150</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6432860709316074230.post-111525736037143545</id><published>2012-01-25T10:10:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2012-01-25T10:10:56.717+01:00</updated><title type='text'>DIETA 2</title><content type='html'>Si sentiva come un'ergastolana evasa, come una ladra che scappa con il malloppo, come una latitante imprendibile mentre...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..mangiava il suo &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #351c75;"&gt;yogurt cremoso&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; al posto dello &lt;span style="color: #351c75;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;yogurt magrissimissimo&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; previsto dalla dieta.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6432860709316074230-111525736037143545?l=desperatemummy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desperatemummy.blogspot.com/feeds/111525736037143545/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://desperatemummy.blogspot.com/2012/01/dieta-2.html#comment-form' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6432860709316074230/posts/default/111525736037143545'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6432860709316074230/posts/default/111525736037143545'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desperatemummy.blogspot.com/2012/01/dieta-2.html' title='DIETA 2'/><author><name>IsaB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11373449457314980492</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-pTC28_e6x7g/Ti1xHoONETI/AAAAAAAAAB8/JjXIO14Gf0I/s220/foto%2Bisa.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6432860709316074230.post-7578923619122539018</id><published>2012-01-17T08:57:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2012-01-17T08:57:32.692+01:00</updated><title type='text'>VOCE DEL VERBO...</title><content type='html'>Camilla: "Mamma, Fabio draga."&lt;br /&gt;mamma: " Scusa?? "&lt;br /&gt;Camilla: " Fabio sta dragando."&lt;br /&gt;mamma: " ??? "&lt;br /&gt;Camilla: "ma ti devo spiegare tutto io!!?? Fabio sta facendo il &lt;em&gt;verso del drago&lt;/em&gt;!!"&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6432860709316074230-7578923619122539018?l=desperatemummy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desperatemummy.blogspot.com/feeds/7578923619122539018/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://desperatemummy.blogspot.com/2012/01/voce-del-verbo.html#comment-form' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6432860709316074230/posts/default/7578923619122539018'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6432860709316074230/posts/default/7578923619122539018'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desperatemummy.blogspot.com/2012/01/voce-del-verbo.html' title='VOCE DEL VERBO...'/><author><name>IsaB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11373449457314980492</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-pTC28_e6x7g/Ti1xHoONETI/AAAAAAAAAB8/JjXIO14Gf0I/s220/foto%2Bisa.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6432860709316074230.post-950992593623480074</id><published>2012-01-16T11:51:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2012-01-16T11:59:08.033+01:00</updated><title type='text'>DIETA 1</title><content type='html'>Quando suo marito cominciò a dirle:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #351c75;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white;"&gt;"Si vede che sei dimagrita, ma mi sei sempre piaciuta come eri.."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; oppure&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"&lt;span style="color: #351c75;"&gt;Mi piace condividere quest'esperienza della dieta con te, ma mi mancano le nostre seratine con le schifezze sul divano&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;.."&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; oppure&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; color: #351c75;"&gt;"MMMMhhh buonissima questa insalata scondita accompagnata con il pesce lesso, ma stavo pensando ad un piatto di lasagne al forno.."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: #351c75;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #351c75;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...iniziò ad avere il dubbio che stesse cercando gentilmente di farle capire di quanto si fosse rotto i cogl..... di fare quella ca.... di dieta!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6432860709316074230-950992593623480074?l=desperatemummy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desperatemummy.blogspot.com/feeds/950992593623480074/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://desperatemummy.blogspot.com/2012/01/dieta-1.html#comment-form' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6432860709316074230/posts/default/950992593623480074'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6432860709316074230/posts/default/950992593623480074'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desperatemummy.blogspot.com/2012/01/dieta-1.html' title='DIETA 1'/><author><name>IsaB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11373449457314980492</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-pTC28_e6x7g/Ti1xHoONETI/AAAAAAAAAB8/JjXIO14Gf0I/s220/foto%2Bisa.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6432860709316074230.post-5646947619290075827</id><published>2011-12-20T09:53:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2011-12-20T09:53:06.470+01:00</updated><title type='text'>MISTERO...</title><content type='html'>Aveva un dubbio che l'attanagliava e la consumava; un dubbio più esistenziale di quello amletico, più misterioso dei segreti di Fatima, più irrisolvibile di "è nato prima l'uovo o la gallina":&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #4c1130;"&gt;perchè quando dimagriva si vedeva subito dalle tette e quando ingrassava si vedeva subito su pancia e culo???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6432860709316074230-5646947619290075827?l=desperatemummy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desperatemummy.blogspot.com/feeds/5646947619290075827/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://desperatemummy.blogspot.com/2011/12/mistero.html#comment-form' title='2 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6432860709316074230/posts/default/5646947619290075827'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6432860709316074230/posts/default/5646947619290075827'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desperatemummy.blogspot.com/2011/12/mistero.html' title='MISTERO...'/><author><name>IsaB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11373449457314980492</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-pTC28_e6x7g/Ti1xHoONETI/AAAAAAAAAB8/JjXIO14Gf0I/s220/foto%2Bisa.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6432860709316074230.post-5078712545693803568</id><published>2011-12-16T09:38:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2011-12-16T09:38:10.401+01:00</updated><title type='text'>CHI CERCA TROVA</title><content type='html'>Erano giunti alla conclusione che non c'era bisogno di comprare i regali di Natale a Camilla.&lt;br /&gt;Bastava spostare i divani e recuperare i giochi ormai dimenticati là sotto....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6432860709316074230-5078712545693803568?l=desperatemummy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desperatemummy.blogspot.com/feeds/5078712545693803568/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://desperatemummy.blogspot.com/2011/12/chi-cerca-trova.html#comment-form' title='1 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6432860709316074230/posts/default/5078712545693803568'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6432860709316074230/posts/default/5078712545693803568'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desperatemummy.blogspot.com/2011/12/chi-cerca-trova.html' title='CHI CERCA TROVA'/><author><name>IsaB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11373449457314980492</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-pTC28_e6x7g/Ti1xHoONETI/AAAAAAAAAB8/JjXIO14Gf0I/s220/foto%2Bisa.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6432860709316074230.post-1419530050734600413</id><published>2011-12-14T10:26:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2011-12-14T10:26:11.393+01:00</updated><title type='text'>ADDIO RAPERONZOLO</title><content type='html'>"Ma guarda questi gatti....ci sono mucchi di peli ovunque.....sul divano...sul tappeto del bagno......persino in mano a Fabio......ma pensa te......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.......ma noi......ma non............ma noi&amp;nbsp;non abbiamo gatti in casa............."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Così si rese conto di cosa fosse &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #351c75;"&gt;la caduta dei capelli post-partum&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6432860709316074230-1419530050734600413?l=desperatemummy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desperatemummy.blogspot.com/feeds/1419530050734600413/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://desperatemummy.blogspot.com/2011/12/addio-raperonzolo.html#comment-form' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6432860709316074230/posts/default/1419530050734600413'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6432860709316074230/posts/default/1419530050734600413'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desperatemummy.blogspot.com/2011/12/addio-raperonzolo.html' title='ADDIO RAPERONZOLO'/><author><name>IsaB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11373449457314980492</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-pTC28_e6x7g/Ti1xHoONETI/AAAAAAAAAB8/JjXIO14Gf0I/s220/foto%2Bisa.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6432860709316074230.post-4820322205629256004</id><published>2011-12-06T16:02:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2011-12-06T16:02:25.137+01:00</updated><title type='text'>LAVORO DI SQUADRA</title><content type='html'>Oggi papà e figlia si sono dedicati al presepe:&lt;br /&gt;Davide lo faceva, Camilla lo disfaceva.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6432860709316074230-4820322205629256004?l=desperatemummy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desperatemummy.blogspot.com/feeds/4820322205629256004/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://desperatemummy.blogspot.com/2011/12/lavoro-di-squadra.html#comment-form' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6432860709316074230/posts/default/4820322205629256004'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6432860709316074230/posts/default/4820322205629256004'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desperatemummy.blogspot.com/2011/12/lavoro-di-squadra.html' title='LAVORO DI SQUADRA'/><author><name>IsaB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11373449457314980492</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-pTC28_e6x7g/Ti1xHoONETI/AAAAAAAAAB8/JjXIO14Gf0I/s220/foto%2Bisa.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6432860709316074230.post-3271387210697880408</id><published>2011-12-05T18:02:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2011-12-05T18:02:03.471+01:00</updated><title type='text'>R.I.P.</title><content type='html'>Caro metabolismo, addio.&lt;br /&gt;Un pensiero ai bei tempi andati, quando, da ragazza, bastava correggere un po' l'alimentazione e andare un po' più in bici che subito tu ti mettevi in moto.&lt;br /&gt;Eri generoso e non ti risparmiavi nell'aiutarmi con la bilancia.&lt;br /&gt;Ora sono alla soglia dei trenta e, sicuramente, con due gravidanze in tre anni ti ho chiesto molto: lavorare per due, ormoni da tutte le parti, depositi di grassi fisiologici...&lt;br /&gt;Però anche tu, in questi ultimi anni, sei diventato alleato della mia pigrizia e, diciamocelo, ti sei adagiato sulla mia cellulite!&lt;br /&gt;Comunque il segnale è chiaro: con 30 minuti di ginnastica al giorno, 50 minuti di camminata, una dieta proteica senza amidi, zuccheri e grassi&amp;nbsp;,&amp;nbsp;la bilancia che non fa altro che salire e scendere di un etto:&lt;br /&gt;Non è che sei stanco o affaticato, sei proprio morto!&lt;br /&gt;Allora che dirti...riposa in pace mentre io mi ammazzo di fatica, sforzi e&amp;nbsp;rinunce per perdere ancora un etto...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6432860709316074230-3271387210697880408?l=desperatemummy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desperatemummy.blogspot.com/feeds/3271387210697880408/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://desperatemummy.blogspot.com/2011/12/rip.html#comment-form' title='3 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6432860709316074230/posts/default/3271387210697880408'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6432860709316074230/posts/default/3271387210697880408'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desperatemummy.blogspot.com/2011/12/rip.html' title='R.I.P.'/><author><name>IsaB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11373449457314980492</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-pTC28_e6x7g/Ti1xHoONETI/AAAAAAAAAB8/JjXIO14Gf0I/s220/foto%2Bisa.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6432860709316074230.post-7498112782171802532</id><published>2011-11-28T14:45:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2011-11-28T14:50:07.610+01:00</updated><title type='text'>MISSIONE: MIMETIZZAZIONE</title><content type='html'>L'istinto innato alla sopravvivenza faceva in modo che Fabio, due mesi, quando sentiva avvicinarsi il suono della voce di Camilla, tre anni, sua sorella, cercasse camaleonticamente di mimetizzarsi con l'ambiente circostante pur di non essere vittima dei soprusi mascherati da coccole della sorella maggiore.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6432860709316074230-7498112782171802532?l=desperatemummy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desperatemummy.blogspot.com/feeds/7498112782171802532/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://desperatemummy.blogspot.com/2011/11/missione-mimetizzazione.html#comment-form' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6432860709316074230/posts/default/7498112782171802532'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6432860709316074230/posts/default/7498112782171802532'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desperatemummy.blogspot.com/2011/11/missione-mimetizzazione.html' title='MISSIONE: MIMETIZZAZIONE'/><author><name>IsaB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11373449457314980492</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-pTC28_e6x7g/Ti1xHoONETI/AAAAAAAAAB8/JjXIO14Gf0I/s220/foto%2Bisa.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6432860709316074230.post-6859225622328578380</id><published>2011-11-24T11:32:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2011-11-24T11:35:40.960+01:00</updated><title type='text'>RITORNO AL FUTURO</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Essere mamme vuol dire anche ricordarsi di quando si era figlie e&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;proiettarsi a quando si sarà nonne.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Questo aiuterà ad essere più pazienti e più tolleranti.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6432860709316074230-6859225622328578380?l=desperatemummy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desperatemummy.blogspot.com/feeds/6859225622328578380/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://desperatemummy.blogspot.com/2011/11/ritorno-al-futuro.html#comment-form' title='1 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6432860709316074230/posts/default/6859225622328578380'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6432860709316074230/posts/default/6859225622328578380'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desperatemummy.blogspot.com/2011/11/ritorno-al-futuro.html' title='RITORNO AL FUTURO'/><author><name>IsaB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11373449457314980492</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-pTC28_e6x7g/Ti1xHoONETI/AAAAAAAAAB8/JjXIO14Gf0I/s220/foto%2Bisa.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6432860709316074230.post-8863292496544918423</id><published>2011-11-23T13:37:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2011-11-23T14:07:52.578+01:00</updated><title type='text'>COSE DA MAMMA</title><content type='html'>Ci sono cose, che noi mamme possediamo, chE sembrano apparentemete uguali a quelle degli altri, ma...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BORSA DA MAMMA: borsa di eccezionale capienza, con numerose tasche atte a contenere: salviette, ciucci, fazzolettini di carta(molti dei quali usati), giochi, libri e colori(intrattieni-bambini), caramelle(ammazza-capricci)...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SGUARDO DA MAMMA: sguardo che rimprovera, ammutolisce, richiama, blocca, promette punizioni al figlio, fuori dalle mura domestiche.Tutto questo con un solo sguardo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TAGLIO DA MAMMA: taglio di capelli che si auto-mette in piega con un asciugatura di 5 minuti di phon, il massimo tempo che si ha a disposizione&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ABBIGLIAMENTO DA MAMMA: vestiario delle mamme abbastanza comodo per permettere di: rincorrere, catturare, addormentare, dondolare, rotolarsi a terra con un bimbo..e tante altre cose ancora&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CALENDARIO (O AGENDA) DA MAMMA: in questi ricorrono i seguenti appuntamenti: pediatra, riunione asilo, vaccino, pagare asilo, recita di natale, catechismo, comitato genitori, ancora pediatra....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AUTO DA MAMMA: automobile che esternamente sembra come tutte le altre ma, internamente, oltre ad essere dotata di seggiolino, è accessoriata con: borsa del cambio, cambio vestiti di emergenza, merende rompi -fame, coperta per sdraiarsi nei parchi, briciole di merende di vario tipo, giochi e libri sparsi a terra di vario genere, brick di succhi vuoti, carte di caramelle a volontà, ciucci infilati nei sedili, souvenir in via di decomposizione importati dalle gite fuori porta..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CUORE DA MAMMA: cuore che pur avendo anatomicamente le dimensioni nella norma, trabocca di una quantità di amore infinita per le cose più impensate: dalla bava dei nostri piccini, al loro modo di impugnare la forchetta, dall'espressioe che hanno quando dormono, alle tecniche di sfinimento per ottenere qualcosa..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;....tutte queste sono &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;COSE DA MAMMA&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6432860709316074230-8863292496544918423?l=desperatemummy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desperatemummy.blogspot.com/feeds/8863292496544918423/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://desperatemummy.blogspot.com/2011/11/cose-da-mamma.html#comment-form' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6432860709316074230/posts/default/8863292496544918423'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6432860709316074230/posts/default/8863292496544918423'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desperatemummy.blogspot.com/2011/11/cose-da-mamma.html' title='COSE DA MAMMA'/><author><name>IsaB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11373449457314980492</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-pTC28_e6x7g/Ti1xHoONETI/AAAAAAAAAB8/JjXIO14Gf0I/s220/foto%2Bisa.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6432860709316074230.post-1099417493730763088</id><published>2011-11-17T15:11:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2011-11-17T15:17:35.258+01:00</updated><title type='text'>VADE RETRO VIRUS2(versione riassuntiva dell'1)</title><content type='html'>Si era presa il lusso si stare sdraiata 3 ore, sul divano, con gli occhi chiusi e la febbre a 39,5.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Poi aveva aperto gli occhi e aveva visto come era messa la casa,come erano messi i figli e come era messo il marito.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Si era quindi alzata, aveva ingurgutato due tachipirine e aveva deciso che da quel momento in poi era guarita a prescindere da quello che le avesse detto il termometro.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6432860709316074230-1099417493730763088?l=desperatemummy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desperatemummy.blogspot.com/feeds/1099417493730763088/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://desperatemummy.blogspot.com/2011/11/vade-retro-virus2versione-riassuntiva.html#comment-form' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6432860709316074230/posts/default/1099417493730763088'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6432860709316074230/posts/default/1099417493730763088'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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strillante;Camilla che la tirava per l'altro braccio, piangente ,perchè doveva mangiare assolutamente la cioccolata, peccato avesse un virus intestinale.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Non sa quanto fosse durato questo &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;momento&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;, forse tre minuti o forse tre ore, in questi &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;momenti&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;il cervello di mamma è programmato geneticamente per chiudere automaticamente delle porte che non vadano ad inficiare quella linea sottilissima fra sanità mentale e pazzia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Poi in un &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;momento&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; il computer magicamente si connette, si accorge che Fabio è crollato sulla sua spalla e Cami...Cami non si sente più...è svenuta addormentata sul divano probabilmente sfiancata dai capricci,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ecco ne ha la prova: dove il cervello non riesce più ad arginare la situazione, in un &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;momento&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;, interviene Dio a mettere le cose a posto perchè capisce anche lui che quando è troppo è troppo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Non c'è altra spiegazione possibile!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6432860709316074230-7685958847136132723?l=desperatemummy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desperatemummy.blogspot.com/feeds/7685958847136132723/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://desperatemummy.blogspot.com/2011/11/magic-moments.html#comment-form' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6432860709316074230/posts/default/7685958847136132723'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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il diritto di essere ammalate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Una mamma ammalata vuol dire un micro-cosmo fermo:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;cesto della biancheria sporca pieno&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;lavello della cucina pieno&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;camice e grembiulini stirati zero&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Una mamma ammalata è una colonna portante di certezze che si sgretola:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;"Ma papà, la storia, come me la racconta mamma, non finisce così!"&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;"Papà, la mamma dice che i denti si lavano tutti i giorni!"&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;"Ma papà, pensavo che non si potesse mangiare davanti alla tv..."&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Una mamma ammalata è il via libero all'anarchia assoluta:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;cartoni animati no-stop&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;cibo a qualsiasi orario&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;giochi sparsi in ogni dove&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;igiene personale opzionale....&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;No mamma, non puoi ammalarti e anche se ti succede, fai finta di niente è meglio per te e per tutti!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6432860709316074230-3621614822230147573?l=desperatemummy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desperatemummy.blogspot.com/feeds/3621614822230147573/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://desperatemummy.blogspot.com/2011/11/vade-retro-virus1.html#comment-form' title='1 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6432860709316074230/posts/default/3621614822230147573'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6432860709316074230/posts/default/3621614822230147573'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desperatemummy.blogspot.com/2011/11/vade-retro-virus1.html' title='VADE RETRO VIRUS1'/><author><name>IsaB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11373449457314980492</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-pTC28_e6x7g/Ti1xHoONETI/AAAAAAAAAB8/JjXIO14Gf0I/s220/foto%2Bisa.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6432860709316074230.post-3892639423146840661</id><published>2011-11-10T10:32:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2011-11-10T10:42:54.101+01:00</updated><title type='text'>IL CICLONE</title><content type='html'>Dopo 45 giorni di loacazioni (le mestruazioni del dopo parto)e una pausa di ben 10 giorni:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ecco arrivare il primo &lt;em&gt;ciclo&lt;/em&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fabio non aveva neanche 2 mesi e lei aveva già il &lt;em&gt;ciclo&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A parte sentirsi mensa per vampiri, avere un colorito cadaverico tendente al trasparente e non riuscire più a capire dove finisse lei e dove iniziasse l'assorbente, come minimo si aspettava una medaglia al valore sponsorizzata dalla Nuvenia!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6432860709316074230-3892639423146840661?l=desperatemummy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desperatemummy.blogspot.com/feeds/3892639423146840661/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://desperatemummy.blogspot.com/2011/11/il-ciclone.html#comment-form' title='1 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6432860709316074230/posts/default/3892639423146840661'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6432860709316074230/posts/default/3892639423146840661'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desperatemummy.blogspot.com/2011/11/il-ciclone.html' title='IL CICLONE'/><author><name>IsaB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11373449457314980492</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-pTC28_e6x7g/Ti1xHoONETI/AAAAAAAAAB8/JjXIO14Gf0I/s220/foto%2Bisa.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6432860709316074230.post-1050282450691863932</id><published>2011-11-08T14:24:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2011-11-08T14:28:57.905+01:00</updated><title type='text'>CERCO UN CENTRO DI GRAVITà PERMANENTE</title><content type='html'>Negli ultimi due mesi della gravidanza camminava sbilanciata indietro per bilanciare il pancione;nei due mesi successivi al taglio cesareo camminava inarcata in avanti per il dolore del taglio:&lt;br /&gt;e ora...... dove caspita era finito il suo baricentro?'&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6432860709316074230-1050282450691863932?l=desperatemummy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desperatemummy.blogspot.com/feeds/1050282450691863932/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://desperatemummy.blogspot.com/2011/11/cerco-un-centro-di-gravita-permanente.html#comment-form' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6432860709316074230/posts/default/1050282450691863932'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6432860709316074230/posts/default/1050282450691863932'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desperatemummy.blogspot.com/2011/11/cerco-un-centro-di-gravita-permanente.html' title='CERCO UN CENTRO DI GRAVITà PERMANENTE'/><author><name>IsaB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11373449457314980492</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-pTC28_e6x7g/Ti1xHoONETI/AAAAAAAAAB8/JjXIO14Gf0I/s220/foto%2Bisa.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6432860709316074230.post-6806156729159704500</id><published>2011-11-06T09:33:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2011-11-06T09:41:46.140+01:00</updated><title type='text'>DALLA COSMESI ALL'EDILIZIA</title><content type='html'>Per il suo compleanno sua cugina si presentò con un mega barattolone di crema anti-smagliature.&lt;br /&gt;Regalo azzeccatissimo.&lt;br /&gt;Peccato però che, se in gravidanza le sue smagliature si presentavano come un anti-estetico groviglio di fili rossastri, dopo il parto erano diventate un anti-estetico grand canyon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unico rimedio per livellare la pancia:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;STUCCO.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6432860709316074230-6806156729159704500?l=desperatemummy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desperatemummy.blogspot.com/feeds/6806156729159704500/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://desperatemummy.blogspot.com/2011/11/dalla-cosmesi-alledilizia.html#comment-form' title='1 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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immagina: io e te, in un barettino a Vienna, fuori nevica, davanti ad una fetta di sacher e ad una cioccolata calda..."&lt;br /&gt;diceva la moglie, mentre cambiava il figlio svomitazzato dalla testa ai piedi, al marito, che stava lavando le mutande sporche di cacca della figlia...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...per fortuna sognare si puo' sempre....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6432860709316074230-712853353085028479?l=desperatemummy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desperatemummy.blogspot.com/feeds/712853353085028479/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://desperatemummy.blogspot.com/2011/11/fra-sogno-e-realta.html#comment-form' title='4 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6432860709316074230/posts/default/712853353085028479'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6432860709316074230/posts/default/712853353085028479'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desperatemummy.blogspot.com/2011/11/fra-sogno-e-realta.html' title='FRA SOGNO E REALTA&apos;'/><author><name>IsaB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11373449457314980492</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-pTC28_e6x7g/Ti1xHoONETI/AAAAAAAAAB8/JjXIO14Gf0I/s220/foto%2Bisa.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6432860709316074230.post-5864532360440184991</id><published>2011-10-25T12:05:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2011-10-25T12:10:31.753+02:00</updated><title type='text'>LA SPERANZA è L'ULTIMA...</title><content type='html'>Il marito aspetta con trepidazione la visita ginecologica dei 40 giorni dopo il parto, sperando ke, cOn il nulla osta del dottore, la sua vita sessuale rincominci con la regolarità e la frequenza di prima della gravidanza.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Non sa che, in realtà, dopo 40 giorni da un parto vaginale,sua moglie inorridisce anke solo all'idea che un ginecologo infilerà un dito....figuriamoci al pensiero di altro.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6432860709316074230-5864532360440184991?l=desperatemummy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desperatemummy.blogspot.com/feeds/5864532360440184991/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://desperatemummy.blogspot.com/2011/10/la-speranza-e-lultima.html#comment-form' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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veneranda età di 42 giorni, dopo aver capito che l'areosol non era commestibile, lanciandomi sguardi di sfida, cercava di sabotarlo in tutti i modi&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6432860709316074230-7336427546820061465?l=desperatemummy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desperatemummy.blogspot.com/feeds/7336427546820061465/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://desperatemummy.blogspot.com/2011/10/spirito-di-sopravvivenza.html#comment-form' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6432860709316074230/posts/default/7336427546820061465'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6432860709316074230/posts/default/7336427546820061465'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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in corpo adesso che a sedici anni....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6432860709316074230-5122477880855801981?l=desperatemummy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desperatemummy.blogspot.com/feeds/5122477880855801981/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://desperatemummy.blogspot.com/2011/10/omeopata-in-erba.html#comment-form' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6432860709316074230/posts/default/5122477880855801981'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6432860709316074230/posts/default/5122477880855801981'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desperatemummy.blogspot.com/2011/10/omeopata-in-erba.html' title='OMEOPATA IN ERBA'/><author><name>IsaB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11373449457314980492</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-pTC28_e6x7g/Ti1xHoONETI/AAAAAAAAAB8/JjXIO14Gf0I/s220/foto%2Bisa.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6432860709316074230.post-2928988449272231419</id><published>2011-10-19T16:26:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2011-10-19T16:35:02.704+02:00</updated><title type='text'>SALASSI LEGALI</title><content type='html'>Non si ricordava più se:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mandava i figli all'asilo perchè doveva lavorare o se doveva lavorare per mandare i figli all'asilo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(dedicato a K.)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6432860709316074230-2928988449272231419?l=desperatemummy.blogspot.com' 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/&gt;&lt;li&gt;Hai fatto la doccia e ti devi asciugare i capelli&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Ti sei appena data lo smalto e non puoi toccare nulla&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Hai qualcosa sul fuoco che sta bruciando&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Suonano contemporaneamente campanello, cellulare, citofono&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Tua figlia maggiore ti annuncia che sta per farsi la pipì e/o la cacca addosso&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Hai appena finito di fare i lavori e decidi di prenderti un momento per te&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Giusto per farti capire chi comanda.....&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6432860709316074230-6675244610179308006?l=desperatemummy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desperatemummy.blogspot.com/feeds/6675244610179308006/comments/default' title='Commenti 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-pTC28_e6x7g/Ti1xHoONETI/AAAAAAAAAB8/JjXIO14Gf0I/s220/foto%2Bisa.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6432860709316074230.post-3285025073962189078</id><published>2011-10-13T09:19:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2011-10-13T09:31:35.972+02:00</updated><title type='text'>CENERENTOLA A MEZZANOTTE</title><content type='html'>C'è un momento in cui la matrigna natura ti fa credere di essere dalla tua parte.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Il terzo trimestre di gravidanza ti sorprenderà, infatti, con: capelli fluenti, folti e lucidi; pelle liscia, rosea e senza imperfezioni; unghie lunghe e resistenti.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Poi partorisci e arriva il......&lt;em&gt;POST-PARTUM&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Qui la natura si manifesta in tutta la sua crudeltà, facendoti sentire come &lt;em&gt;Cenerentola&lt;/em&gt;... &lt;em&gt;Cenerentola quando, al ballo, è scoccata la mezzanotte&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ecco che i capelli folti e lucidi cadono diventando radi e crespi....DON..DON...la carrozza si ritrasforma in zucca..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ecco che la pelle liscia e rosea diventa grigiastra, unta e accessoriata di acne degna di un tredicenne...DON..DON...il vestito si ritrasforma in stracci..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ecco che le unghie lunghe e resistenti si spezzano e si sfaldano...DON..DON...il cocchiere torna ad essere topolino..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E il principe azzurro??'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;il principe azzurro in questo stato non ti degnerà mai di uno sguardo..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6432860709316074230-3285025073962189078?l=desperatemummy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desperatemummy.blogspot.com/feeds/3285025073962189078/comments/default' 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-pTC28_e6x7g/Ti1xHoONETI/AAAAAAAAAB8/JjXIO14Gf0I/s220/foto%2Bisa.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6432860709316074230.post-3143649627879731433</id><published>2011-10-12T10:33:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2011-10-12T10:49:58.447+02:00</updated><title type='text'>ORA TOCCA A TE</title><content type='html'>Suo marito prese la NON saggia decisione di partecipare ad una riunione di lavoro FACOLTATIVA, come se le 60 ore settimanali lavorative non fossero abbastanza.&lt;br /&gt;Ciò significava che, quel giorno, lei sarebbe stata sola con i bimbi dalle 5.30 della mattina alle 8 della sera.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quando alle 8 di sera il maritò aprì la porta di casa dire che lei avesse i capelli dritti non è un eufemismo; in più serbava una dose di rancore per "l'abbandono", che si trasformò in puro odio quando lui le disse:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;em&gt;Amore, ci vuole pazienza con i bambini.&lt;/em&gt;."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A quel punto lei appoggiò il piccolino nella carrozzina, prese le scale direzione bagno senza dire niente: la sua meta era la vasca idromassaggio.&lt;br /&gt;Riempì la vasca di sali, profumi, essenze e vi si immerse orecchie comprese per essere sicura di non sentire niente.&lt;br /&gt;Tutto questo durò mezz'ora.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uscita dalla vasca, pur avendo la porta chiusa, sentì dei rumori sospetti; aperta la porta i rumori sospetti si trasformarono in urli, grida, rimproveri, capricci, minacce, oggetti che volavano.&lt;br /&gt;Con mooolta calma si asciugò, si spalmò, si vestì e tornò in salotto rilassata e ricaricata dal bagno.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;L'espressione di suo marito tradiva terrore e sgomento: non aveva i capelli dritti, lui, di capelli, non ne aveva proprio più.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;em&gt;Amore è impossibile stare con questi due...uno piange sempre..l'altra strilla..è un&lt;br /&gt;inferno..bisogna fare qualcosa..non so tu come fai...non si può andare avanti così..."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mezz'ora.&lt;br /&gt;Era stato per la prima volta con i suoi figli da solo per mezz'ora.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lei sfoderò il suo sorriso migliore:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Tesoro, ci vuole pazienza con i bambini..."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6432860709316074230-3143649627879731433?l=desperatemummy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desperatemummy.blogspot.com/feeds/3143649627879731433/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://desperatemummy.blogspot.com/2011/10/ora-tocca-te.html#comment-form' title='2 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6432860709316074230/posts/default/3143649627879731433'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6432860709316074230/posts/default/3143649627879731433'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desperatemummy.blogspot.com/2011/10/ora-tocca-te.html' title='ORA TOCCA A TE'/><author><name>IsaB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11373449457314980492</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-pTC28_e6x7g/Ti1xHoONETI/AAAAAAAAAB8/JjXIO14Gf0I/s220/foto%2Bisa.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6432860709316074230.post-4693818471560477513</id><published>2011-10-07T10:55:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2011-10-07T11:21:56.466+02:00</updated><title type='text'>EREDITA' INDESIDERATE</title><content type='html'>Fra le diverse cose che la gravidanza le aveva lasciato (pancia molle, seno cadente, pelo fluente...), c'era una che odiava più di tutte:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;le pipì notturne&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;La pipì notturna s'insinua fra te e il meraviglioso sogno che stai facendo quando meno te lo aspetti.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;La pipì notturna ti obbliga ad alzarti dal letto quando hai trovato la posizione perfetta, l'angolatura del cuscino perfetta, la temperatura corporea sotto-coperta perfetta.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;La pipì notturna ti mette di fronte a due scelte:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;alzarti dal letto senza accendere la luce e rincoglionita come sei ciò implica: inciampare nelle tue ciabatte, sbattere il fianco nello spigolo del letto, sbattere il ginocchio contro la culla, sbattere la faccia nella porta e arrivare in bagno agonizzante e probabilmente, con tutto il tempo che ci hai messo, anche un po' bagnata.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;oppure accendere una luce piccolissimissimissima, a quel punto :&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;- il neonato che è in camera con te spalanca gli occhi, sveglissimo, decidendo che è ora di poppare e te lo spiega con strilli d'aquila arrabbiata&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;- tua figlia maggiore si accorge del movimento dalla sua camera, non vuole sentirsi esclusa, arriva con un balzo nel lettone calpestando tuo marito&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;- il quale inveisce contro il mondo perchè è stato svegliato e alle 5 la sua sveglia suona.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Tutto questo per una pipì che ti tocca trattenere perchè, in famiglia, i bisogni dei piccoli vengono prima di quelli dei grandi, quindi, prima del bagno, ci sono: un neonato da sfamare, due figli da addormentare e un marito da raddolcire.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;maledette pipì notturne&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6432860709316074230-4693818471560477513?l=desperatemummy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desperatemummy.blogspot.com/feeds/4693818471560477513/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://desperatemummy.blogspot.com/2011/10/fra-le-diverse-cose-che-la-gravidanza.html#comment-form' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6432860709316074230/posts/default/4693818471560477513'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6432860709316074230/posts/default/4693818471560477513'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desperatemummy.blogspot.com/2011/10/fra-le-diverse-cose-che-la-gravidanza.html' title='EREDITA&apos; INDESIDERATE'/><author><name>IsaB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11373449457314980492</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-pTC28_e6x7g/Ti1xHoONETI/AAAAAAAAAB8/JjXIO14Gf0I/s220/foto%2Bisa.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6432860709316074230.post-4315890041412091590</id><published>2011-10-06T10:56:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2011-10-06T11:12:32.429+02:00</updated><title type='text'>COSA VUOL DIRE</title><content type='html'>Cosa vuol dire &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;diventare mamma&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vuol dire che darai al mondo una vita, che è del mondo, non sarà tua; che per questo bambino, per i primi anni sarai tutto: il cibo, l'amore, il sonno e per il resto della vita sarai &lt;em&gt;fra&lt;/em&gt; il tutto, magari un passo indietro, ma sarai sempre là.&lt;br /&gt;Vuol dire che saprai il significato della parola &lt;em&gt;responsabilità,&lt;/em&gt; perchè ti sentirai sempre responsabile, anche quando non dipende da te.&lt;br /&gt;Vuol dire che passerai delle notti insonni e probabilmente non riuscirai a dormire mai più come prima, o perchè non respira bene, o perchè fa gli incubi, o perchè l'indomani inizia la scuola, o perchè è uscito in motorino e non è ancora tonato.&lt;br /&gt;Vuol dire che tutte le tue paure e le tue angosce più profonde prenderanno forma.&lt;br /&gt;Paura di non essere all'altezza, di stare sbagliando, paura del destino che non è sempre clemente, paura di perdere ciò che hai e di cui sai di non potere più fare a meno, paura della brutte compagnie, del mondo pieno di persone cattive, di non potere evitargli la sofferenza, di non vederlo crescere.&lt;br /&gt;Vuol dire scoprire che esiste la &lt;em&gt;felicità vera&lt;/em&gt;, non fatta di cose da possedere, di traguardi, di successi, di rivalse, ma fatta semplicemente di &lt;em&gt;amore incondizionato&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Vuol dire che i filosofi per millenni si sono interrogati sul significato della vita, ma loro erano uomini, non potevano capire, tu, donna hai colto questo significato in un secondo, quando, alla prima ecografia, hai sentito &lt;em&gt;quel &lt;/em&gt;battito.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6432860709316074230-4315890041412091590?l=desperatemummy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desperatemummy.blogspot.com/feeds/4315890041412091590/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://desperatemummy.blogspot.com/2011/10/cosa-vuol-dire.html#comment-form' title='1 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6432860709316074230/posts/default/4315890041412091590'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6432860709316074230/posts/default/4315890041412091590'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desperatemummy.blogspot.com/2011/10/cosa-vuol-dire.html' title='COSA VUOL DIRE'/><author><name>IsaB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11373449457314980492</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-pTC28_e6x7g/Ti1xHoONETI/AAAAAAAAAB8/JjXIO14Gf0I/s220/foto%2Bisa.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6432860709316074230.post-6983425964161816012</id><published>2011-10-05T15:12:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2011-10-05T15:27:33.326+02:00</updated><title type='text'>CAMI vs FABIO</title><content type='html'>Ognuno usa le proprie armi contro il nemico.&lt;br /&gt;Così dopo un giorno intero che teneva il nuovo piccolino in braccio, causa coliche, sua figlia maggiore, di tre anni, le si avvicina con aria seria e le dice:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Mamma, secondo me Fabio ha le pulci.Mettilo giù se no te le attacca."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6432860709316074230-6983425964161816012?l=desperatemummy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desperatemummy.blogspot.com/feeds/6983425964161816012/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://desperatemummy.blogspot.com/2011/10/cami-vs-fabio.html#comment-form' title='3 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6432860709316074230/posts/default/6983425964161816012'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6432860709316074230/posts/default/6983425964161816012'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desperatemummy.blogspot.com/2011/10/cami-vs-fabio.html' title='CAMI vs FABIO'/><author><name>IsaB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11373449457314980492</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-pTC28_e6x7g/Ti1xHoONETI/AAAAAAAAAB8/JjXIO14Gf0I/s220/foto%2Bisa.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6432860709316074230.post-1750515423373756830</id><published>2011-09-30T11:59:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2011-09-30T12:06:35.712+02:00</updated><title type='text'>TEMPISMO PERFETTO</title><content type='html'>Sommando le due gravidanze, era stata incinta 18 mesi, o 80 settimane, o 560 giorni.&lt;br /&gt;In tutto questo tempo nessuno, dico n e s s u n o, le aveva mai ceduto il posto in fila o fatta passare avanti.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tre settimane &lt;strong&gt;dopo&lt;/strong&gt; aver partorito Fabio, in coda alla cassa, si sente dire:&lt;br /&gt;"Signora, passi pure lei, questa è la cassa precedenza donne incinte!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Non c'è niente di più demoralizzante per una donna che ha partorito che essere scambiata per una donna ancora incinta.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quella gentilezza l'aveva riempita di rancore verso i vecchini ben educati di tutto il mondo!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6432860709316074230-1750515423373756830?l=desperatemummy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desperatemummy.blogspot.com/feeds/1750515423373756830/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://desperatemummy.blogspot.com/2011/09/tempismo-perfetto.html#comment-form' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6432860709316074230/posts/default/1750515423373756830'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6432860709316074230/posts/default/1750515423373756830'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desperatemummy.blogspot.com/2011/09/tempismo-perfetto.html' title='TEMPISMO PERFETTO'/><author><name>IsaB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11373449457314980492</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-pTC28_e6x7g/Ti1xHoONETI/AAAAAAAAAB8/JjXIO14Gf0I/s220/foto%2Bisa.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6432860709316074230.post-623900295439552290</id><published>2011-09-28T19:14:00.005+02:00</published><updated>2011-09-28T19:18:46.507+02:00</updated><title type='text'>IL LUSSO</title><content type='html'>Che cos'è il lusso per una donna?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gioielli, viaggi, vestiti, profumu, vacanze, case da sogno...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Che cos'è il lusso per una mamma con due bambini piccoli?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mangiare seduta, dormire un'ora di fila al pomeriggio, sfogliare una rivista, guardare un film per intero cogliendo anche i dialoghi, riuscire a depilarsi e, volendo esagerare, mettersi perfino lo smalto!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6432860709316074230-623900295439552290?l=desperatemummy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desperatemummy.blogspot.com/feeds/623900295439552290/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://desperatemummy.blogspot.com/2011/09/il-lusso.html#comment-form' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6432860709316074230/posts/default/623900295439552290'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6432860709316074230/posts/default/623900295439552290'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desperatemummy.blogspot.com/2011/09/il-lusso.html' title='IL LUSSO'/><author><name>IsaB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11373449457314980492</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-pTC28_e6x7g/Ti1xHoONETI/AAAAAAAAAB8/JjXIO14Gf0I/s220/foto%2Bisa.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6432860709316074230.post-3320903173649644506</id><published>2011-09-23T14:00:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2011-09-23T14:17:19.250+02:00</updated><title type='text'>LA VERITà (E NON SOLO) TI FA MALE</title><content type='html'>Autoconvincimento da travaglio per preparare il corpo alla dilatazione:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;...sono burro, mi sciolgo...sono burro, mi sciolgo...sono burro, mi sciolgo...sono burro mi sciolgo...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;...sono fiore, mi apro...sono fiore, mi apro...sono fiore mi apro...sono fiore mi apro...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;...sono burro, mi sciolgo...sono burro, mi sciolgo...sono burro, mi sciolgo...sono burro, mi sciolgo..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in realtà il pensiero fisso è:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;...sono carne, mi squarcio...sono carne, mi squarcio..sono carne, mi squarcio....sono carne, mi squarcio..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6432860709316074230-3320903173649644506?l=desperatemummy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desperatemummy.blogspot.com/feeds/3320903173649644506/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://desperatemummy.blogspot.com/2011/09/la-verita-e-non-solo-ti-fa-male.html#comment-form' title='1 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6432860709316074230/posts/default/3320903173649644506'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6432860709316074230/posts/default/3320903173649644506'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desperatemummy.blogspot.com/2011/09/la-verita-e-non-solo-ti-fa-male.html' title='LA VERITà (E NON SOLO) TI FA MALE'/><author><name>IsaB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11373449457314980492</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-pTC28_e6x7g/Ti1xHoONETI/AAAAAAAAAB8/JjXIO14Gf0I/s220/foto%2Bisa.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6432860709316074230.post-8379603907521997723</id><published>2011-09-23T13:54:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2011-09-23T13:58:43.885+02:00</updated><title type='text'>CHIODO SCACCIA CHIODO</title><content type='html'>Resisti.&lt;br /&gt;Concentrati.&lt;br /&gt;Fra poco il male della contrazione che stai provando sarà solo un ricordo lontano.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...arriverà un'altra contrazione &lt;em&gt;mooolto &lt;/em&gt;più forte che te lo farà scordare....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6432860709316074230-8379603907521997723?l=desperatemummy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desperatemummy.blogspot.com/feeds/8379603907521997723/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://desperatemummy.blogspot.com/2011/09/chiodo-scaccia-chiodo.html#comment-form' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6432860709316074230/posts/default/8379603907521997723'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6432860709316074230/posts/default/8379603907521997723'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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/&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;era veramente &lt;strong&gt;i n c a z z a t o n e r o .&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6432860709316074230-2167642895765388693?l=desperatemummy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desperatemummy.blogspot.com/feeds/2167642895765388693/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://desperatemummy.blogspot.com/2011/09/umori-divini.html#comment-form' title='2 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6432860709316074230/posts/default/2167642895765388693'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6432860709316074230/posts/default/2167642895765388693'/><link 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parti....&lt;br /&gt;....cosa ci può essere di più travolgente, mutante, sconvolgente?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Dia retta a me, signora, la mia pietra miliare la anticipo a 22!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6432860709316074230-2957876301933246534?l=desperatemummy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desperatemummy.blogspot.com/feeds/2957876301933246534/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://desperatemummy.blogspot.com/2011/08/la-signora-insegna.html#comment-form' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6432860709316074230/posts/default/2957876301933246534'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6432860709316074230/posts/default/2957876301933246534'/><link 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la guardava, alla mamma arrivavano dei colpi ben assestati e mirati dove prima c'erano i baci....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Probabilmente ancora prima di nascere Fabio si sarebbe accorto di come funzioni la legge di sopravvivenza....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6432860709316074230-1291066957109980999?l=desperatemummy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desperatemummy.blogspot.com/feeds/1291066957109980999/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://desperatemummy.blogspot.com/2011/08/la-legge-di-sopravvivenza.html#comment-form' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6432860709316074230/posts/default/1291066957109980999'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6432860709316074230/posts/default/1291066957109980999'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desperatemummy.blogspot.com/2011/08/la-legge-di-sopravvivenza.html' title='LA LEGGE DI SOPRAVVIVENZA'/><author><name>IsaB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11373449457314980492</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-pTC28_e6x7g/Ti1xHoONETI/AAAAAAAAAB8/JjXIO14Gf0I/s220/foto%2Bisa.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6432860709316074230.post-4299531440191815523</id><published>2011-08-24T08:46:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2011-08-24T08:49:33.650+02:00</updated><title type='text'>MOBY DICK</title><content type='html'>Arrivata al settimo mese di gravidanza tutta quell'energia, quella voglia di fare, quello sprint...POUF....svaniti nel nulla in un attimo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ora là, sdraiata sul divano, dava l'idea della balena arenata sulla spiaggia......neanche troppo in senso figurato...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6432860709316074230-4299531440191815523?l=desperatemummy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desperatemummy.blogspot.com/feeds/4299531440191815523/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://desperatemummy.blogspot.com/2011/08/moby-dick.html#comment-form' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6432860709316074230/posts/default/4299531440191815523'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6432860709316074230/posts/default/4299531440191815523'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-pTC28_e6x7g/Ti1xHoONETI/AAAAAAAAAB8/JjXIO14Gf0I/s220/foto%2Bisa.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6432860709316074230.post-7892625080136940162</id><published>2011-08-20T12:09:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2011-08-20T12:10:53.553+02:00</updated><title type='text'>BILANCIA NEMICA 1</title><content type='html'>Era molto indispettita.&lt;br /&gt;Nonostante il lungo discorso fattogli,&lt;br /&gt;l'ago della bilancia si rifiutava di collaborare.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6432860709316074230-7892625080136940162?l=desperatemummy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desperatemummy.blogspot.com/feeds/7892625080136940162/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-pTC28_e6x7g/Ti1xHoONETI/AAAAAAAAAB8/JjXIO14Gf0I/s220/foto%2Bisa.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6432860709316074230.post-236887013979815850</id><published>2011-08-18T11:31:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2011-08-18T11:36:54.240+02:00</updated><title type='text'>LA REGINA DELLA CASA</title><content type='html'>Girovagando su internet aveva letto diversi forum dove donne incinte sostenevano la causa della grosse pulizie di casa come principio scatenante del travaglio.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Detto fatto:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;casa sua era pulita, profumata, lucida, splendente, abbagliante come non mai.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ora si aspettava solo un riconoscimento ufficiale da Mastro Lindo e una lettera di congratulazioni da Cenerella.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6432860709316074230-236887013979815850?l=desperatemummy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desperatemummy.blogspot.com/feeds/236887013979815850/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://desperatemummy.blogspot.com/2011/08/la-regina-della-casa.html#comment-form' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6432860709316074230/posts/default/236887013979815850'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6432860709316074230/posts/default/236887013979815850'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desperatemummy.blogspot.com/2011/08/la-regina-della-casa.html' title='LA REGINA DELLA CASA'/><author><name>IsaB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11373449457314980492</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-pTC28_e6x7g/Ti1xHoONETI/AAAAAAAAAB8/JjXIO14Gf0I/s220/foto%2Bisa.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6432860709316074230.post-3942160536708291364</id><published>2011-08-17T11:38:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2011-08-17T11:38:16.095+02:00</updated><title type='text'>TI STIAMO ASPETTANDO</title><content type='html'>Vieni Fabio, ti stiamo aspettando.&lt;br /&gt;Per orientarti meglio al tuo arrivo ti devo spiegare un paio di cose:&lt;br /&gt;sei capitato in una famiglia un po' pazza.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Organizziamo pic-nic in salotto, serate intere nel lettone e rassegne di Harry Potter.&lt;br /&gt;La domenica stiamo in pigiama fino a mezzogiorno, per rimetterlo alle sette di sera (a volte non lo togliamo proprio, ma non dirlo ai nonni che ci sgriderebbero).&lt;br /&gt;Da casa nostra passa sempre un sacco di gente e ci piace così tanto il Natale che addobbiamo casa un mese e mezzo prima e togliamo tutto due mesi e mezzo dopo.&lt;br /&gt;Se qualcuno ci spiasse dalle finestre potrebbe vederci ballare le canzoni dello Zecchino d'Oro a tutto volume e fare lotte di cuscini che non lasciano superstiti.&lt;br /&gt;Ci capita di addormentarci tutti e tre nello stesso letto e di svegliarci tutti e tre in un letto diverso; di mangiare ognuno una cosa diversa o di litigarci lo stesso cibo dallo stesso piatto; di fare cenette a lume di candela in tre o colazioni parentali in undici:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Da ora in poi saremo in quattro, vieni c'è spazio, è una famiglia un po' pazza, ma di amore ce ne è in abbondanza!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6432860709316074230-3942160536708291364?l=desperatemummy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desperatemummy.blogspot.com/feeds/3942160536708291364/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://desperatemummy.blogspot.com/2011/08/ti-stiamo-aspettando.html#comment-form' title='1 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6432860709316074230/posts/default/3942160536708291364'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6432860709316074230/posts/default/3942160536708291364'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desperatemummy.blogspot.com/2011/08/ti-stiamo-aspettando.html' title='TI STIAMO ASPETTANDO'/><author><name>IsaB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11373449457314980492</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-pTC28_e6x7g/Ti1xHoONETI/AAAAAAAAAB8/JjXIO14Gf0I/s220/foto%2Bisa.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6432860709316074230.post-2899809133047884666</id><published>2011-08-17T11:25:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2011-08-17T11:25:09.418+02:00</updated><title type='text'>IL BUIO OLTRE ALLA SIEPE</title><content type='html'>Non sapeva se essere più terrorizzata per il parto o per quello che sarebbe avvenuto dopo.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6432860709316074230-2899809133047884666?l=desperatemummy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-pTC28_e6x7g/Ti1xHoONETI/AAAAAAAAAB8/JjXIO14Gf0I/s220/foto%2Bisa.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6432860709316074230.post-7869996789566937129</id><published>2011-08-13T09:22:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2011-08-13T09:22:11.082+02:00</updated><title type='text'>PREPARIAMOCI ALLA GUERRA</title><content type='html'>"Cami, sei curiosa di vedere che faccia ha Fabio?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Fabio chi?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Come Fabio chi?!Il tuo fratellino che ho qui nella mia pancia!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Io non conosco nessun Fabio."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Se prima avesse qualche dubbio su come sua figlia avrebbe preso l'avvento del fratellino, ora era tutto chiaro.&lt;br /&gt;Camilla, a soli 3 anni era un'abilissima stratega bellica, aveva scelto l'arma più sprezzante:&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; l'indifferenza&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6432860709316074230-7869996789566937129?l=desperatemummy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desperatemummy.blogspot.com/feeds/7869996789566937129/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://desperatemummy.blogspot.com/2011/08/prepariamoci-alla-guerra.html#comment-form' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6432860709316074230/posts/default/7869996789566937129'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6432860709316074230/posts/default/7869996789566937129'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desperatemummy.blogspot.com/2011/08/prepariamoci-alla-guerra.html' title='PREPARIAMOCI ALLA GUERRA'/><author><name>IsaB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11373449457314980492</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-pTC28_e6x7g/Ti1xHoONETI/AAAAAAAAAB8/JjXIO14Gf0I/s220/foto%2Bisa.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6432860709316074230.post-4080599450540211866</id><published>2011-08-13T09:14:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2011-08-13T09:14:31.246+02:00</updated><title type='text'>SAN LORENZO</title><content type='html'>Quella sera aveva visto cadere una stella.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A quel punto era combattutissima se chiedere di poter vedere al più presto la faccia del suo bimbo o, sapendo bene cosa l'aspettasse dopo, chiedere di posticipare il più a lungo possibile la sua venuta..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6432860709316074230-4080599450540211866?l=desperatemummy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desperatemummy.blogspot.com/feeds/4080599450540211866/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://desperatemummy.blogspot.com/2011/08/san-lorenzo.html#comment-form' title='1 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6432860709316074230/posts/default/4080599450540211866'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6432860709316074230/posts/default/4080599450540211866'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desperatemummy.blogspot.com/2011/08/san-lorenzo.html' title='SAN LORENZO'/><author><name>IsaB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11373449457314980492</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-pTC28_e6x7g/Ti1xHoONETI/AAAAAAAAAB8/JjXIO14Gf0I/s220/foto%2Bisa.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6432860709316074230.post-3569650180466013001</id><published>2011-08-11T11:35:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2011-08-11T11:35:34.768+02:00</updated><title type='text'>LAUREA AD HONOREM</title><content type='html'>La pedagogista dell'asilo le disse che doveva cominciare ad avvicinare Camilla al papà, in vista dell'allontanamento forzato&amp;nbsp;per il parto.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In che modo?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prendendosi del tempo per sè,andando dalla parrucchiera, facendo shopping, &amp;nbsp;uscendo con le amiche...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Questa sì che aveva studiato per qualcosa!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6432860709316074230-3569650180466013001?l=desperatemummy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desperatemummy.blogspot.com/feeds/3569650180466013001/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://desperatemummy.blogspot.com/2011/08/laurea-ad-honorem.html#comment-form' title='1 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6432860709316074230/posts/default/3569650180466013001'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6432860709316074230/posts/default/3569650180466013001'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desperatemummy.blogspot.com/2011/08/laurea-ad-honorem.html' title='LAUREA AD HONOREM'/><author><name>IsaB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11373449457314980492</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-pTC28_e6x7g/Ti1xHoONETI/AAAAAAAAAB8/JjXIO14Gf0I/s220/foto%2Bisa.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6432860709316074230.post-7409467877059182381</id><published>2011-08-10T11:34:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2011-08-10T11:34:43.678+02:00</updated><title type='text'>I LATI POSITIVI</title><content type='html'>&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;L'ultimo trimestre della gravidanza sarà l'unico periodo della&amp;nbsp;tua vita in cui indosserai magliette attillate senza trattenere il fiato e senza rimorso (fatti delle foto mentre le indossi, perchè finiranno in un angolo remoto dell'armadio)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Mangerai schifezze inaudite nel sacro nome delle voglie (&lt;span style="font-family: Times, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;e &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;ci metterai giorni interi a digerirle)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Avrai capelli tanto folti e lucenti da poter fare la testimonial alla Panthen (non ti preoccupare nel post partum la metà ti cadrà in posizioni ben evidenti)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Avrai scuse più che plausibili per non espletare il dovere matrimoniale per eccellenza (non ti meravigliare però se tuo marito inizierà a trovare eccitante anche Vladimir Luxuria..)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Puoi rimandare più volte l'appuntamento per la visita di controllo dal dentista (quando ci tornerai preparati ad un preventivo da&amp;nbsp;3 zeri)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Avrai un decolletè per cui potrai permetterti qualsiasi tipo di scollatura (naturalmente munita di push up)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6432860709316074230-7409467877059182381?l=desperatemummy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desperatemummy.blogspot.com/feeds/7409467877059182381/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://desperatemummy.blogspot.com/2011/08/i-lati-positivi.html#comment-form' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6432860709316074230/posts/default/7409467877059182381'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6432860709316074230/posts/default/7409467877059182381'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desperatemummy.blogspot.com/2011/08/i-lati-positivi.html' title='I LATI POSITIVI'/><author><name>IsaB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11373449457314980492</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-pTC28_e6x7g/Ti1xHoONETI/AAAAAAAAAB8/JjXIO14Gf0I/s220/foto%2Bisa.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6432860709316074230.post-2001687173044074432</id><published>2011-08-07T14:58:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2011-08-07T14:58:48.812+02:00</updated><title type='text'>QUESTIONE DI PRIORITà</title><content type='html'>Nel primo trimestre è meglio non fare sesso, se vengono delle contrazioni, l'embrione è piccolo, può essere pericoloso.&lt;br /&gt;..&lt;br /&gt;Nel terzo trimestre è meglio non fare sesso, se si hanno delle contrazioni, non vorrei che si avviasse il parto..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Per quanto riguarda il secondo trimestre...non ho ancora trovato la scusa giusta.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6432860709316074230-2001687173044074432?l=desperatemummy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desperatemummy.blogspot.com/feeds/2001687173044074432/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://desperatemummy.blogspot.com/2011/08/questione-di-priorita.html#comment-form' title='4 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6432860709316074230/posts/default/2001687173044074432'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6432860709316074230/posts/default/2001687173044074432'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desperatemummy.blogspot.com/2011/08/questione-di-priorita.html' title='QUESTIONE DI PRIORITà'/><author><name>IsaB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11373449457314980492</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-pTC28_e6x7g/Ti1xHoONETI/AAAAAAAAAB8/JjXIO14Gf0I/s220/foto%2Bisa.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6432860709316074230.post-8215524508750980183</id><published>2011-08-06T09:42:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2011-08-06T09:42:14.571+02:00</updated><title type='text'>AMNESIA</title><content type='html'>La sua memoria era abbastanza labile in questo periodo.&lt;br /&gt;Si trovava a dover riflettere per poter rispondere a domande del tipo:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Come ti chiami?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Dove abiti?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Quanti anni hai?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6432860709316074230-8215524508750980183?l=desperatemummy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desperatemummy.blogspot.com/feeds/8215524508750980183/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://desperatemummy.blogspot.com/2011/08/amnesia.html#comment-form' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6432860709316074230/posts/default/8215524508750980183'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6432860709316074230/posts/default/8215524508750980183'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desperatemummy.blogspot.com/2011/08/amnesia.html' title='AMNESIA'/><author><name>IsaB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11373449457314980492</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-pTC28_e6x7g/Ti1xHoONETI/AAAAAAAAAB8/JjXIO14Gf0I/s220/foto%2Bisa.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6432860709316074230.post-1783563520300107444</id><published>2011-08-06T09:35:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2011-08-06T09:35:24.522+02:00</updated><title type='text'>PIù BELLA COSA NON C'è</title><content type='html'>AL PAPA'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Nessuna donna di qualsiasi età (da tua nonna a tua nipote)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;In qualsiasi stato (incinta o no)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Vista da qualsiasi parte (supermercato, banca, ospedale..)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Che abbia con te qualsiasi tipo di rapporto (collega, amica, sorella..)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;Dovrà essere più bella di quella donnina Michelin che è diventata tua moglie incinta!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6432860709316074230-1783563520300107444?l=desperatemummy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desperatemummy.blogspot.com/feeds/1783563520300107444/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://desperatemummy.blogspot.com/2011/08/piu-bella-cosa-non-ce.html#comment-form' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6432860709316074230/posts/default/1783563520300107444'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6432860709316074230/posts/default/1783563520300107444'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desperatemummy.blogspot.com/2011/08/piu-bella-cosa-non-ce.html' title='PIù BELLA COSA NON C&apos;è'/><author><name>IsaB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11373449457314980492</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-pTC28_e6x7g/Ti1xHoONETI/AAAAAAAAAB8/JjXIO14Gf0I/s220/foto%2Bisa.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6432860709316074230.post-3474630420488200074</id><published>2011-08-05T08:55:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2011-08-05T08:55:19.099+02:00</updated><title type='text'>AAA VISITATORI INFORMATI</title><content type='html'>Entrano in camera.&lt;br /&gt;Guardano il bimbo appena nato, poi la tua pancia, poi il bimbo appena nato, poi la tua pancia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Poi la tua pancia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Qualcuno può spiegare ai visitatori delle partorienti che, una pancia cresciuta&amp;nbsp; in 9 mesi, che ha tenuto 8/10 kg di roba in più, non può tornare ad essere piatta dopo 3 ore dal parto??!!Grazie&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6432860709316074230-3474630420488200074?l=desperatemummy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desperatemummy.blogspot.com/feeds/3474630420488200074/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://desperatemummy.blogspot.com/2011/08/aaa-visitatori-informati.html#comment-form' title='4 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6432860709316074230/posts/default/3474630420488200074'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6432860709316074230/posts/default/3474630420488200074'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desperatemummy.blogspot.com/2011/08/aaa-visitatori-informati.html' title='AAA VISITATORI INFORMATI'/><author><name>IsaB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11373449457314980492</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-pTC28_e6x7g/Ti1xHoONETI/AAAAAAAAAB8/JjXIO14Gf0I/s220/foto%2Bisa.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6432860709316074230.post-692357434125007781</id><published>2011-08-03T09:34:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2011-08-03T09:34:50.766+02:00</updated><title type='text'>DAI CHE CE LA FAI</title><content type='html'>Gambe gonfie, crampi frequenti...ahi ahi&lt;br /&gt;Schiena indolenzita, nervo sciatico infiammato...ohi ohi&lt;br /&gt;Pancia grossa, scomoda, pesante....sgnarf sgnarf&lt;br /&gt;Circolazione azzerata, le si addormenta di tutto in qualsiasi momento...uhi uhi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In questa splendida forma si apprestava all'esperienza più devastante per il corpo femminile:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; il parto&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6432860709316074230-692357434125007781?l=desperatemummy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desperatemummy.blogspot.com/feeds/692357434125007781/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://desperatemummy.blogspot.com/2011/08/dai-che-ce-la-fai.html#comment-form' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6432860709316074230/posts/default/692357434125007781'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6432860709316074230/posts/default/692357434125007781'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desperatemummy.blogspot.com/2011/08/dai-che-ce-la-fai.html' title='DAI CHE CE LA FAI'/><author><name>IsaB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11373449457314980492</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-pTC28_e6x7g/Ti1xHoONETI/AAAAAAAAAB8/JjXIO14Gf0I/s220/foto%2Bisa.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6432860709316074230.post-6559999633469247558</id><published>2011-08-01T09:06:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2011-08-01T09:06:12.075+02:00</updated><title type='text'>CHE IL GIOCO VALGA LA CANDELA</title><content type='html'>Avere acidità di stomaco e crampi addominali notturni, dopo aver cenato con il riso in bianco, è praticamente contro natura.&lt;br /&gt;Ma il suo corpo superò ogni limite e riuscì tranquillamente nell'impresa.&lt;br /&gt;Mentre dormiva seduta, per evitare di soffocare con il reflusso gastrico, si diceva che d'ora in poi avrebbe cenato con caponata e lasagne:&lt;br /&gt;se doveva star male che stesse male almeno&amp;nbsp;dopo un momento di gloria per il palato!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6432860709316074230-6559999633469247558?l=desperatemummy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desperatemummy.blogspot.com/feeds/6559999633469247558/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://desperatemummy.blogspot.com/2011/08/che-il-gioco-valga-la-candela.html#comment-form' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6432860709316074230/posts/default/6559999633469247558'/><link rel='self' 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alla sprovvista dalla rottura delle acque.&lt;br /&gt;Dopo il parto, in ospedale, verranno a trovarvi decine e decine di persone; già indossare un assorbente post partum alto 3cm, lungo 60 e largo 15, pronto ad annunciare la sua presenza ad ogni movimento, non vi farà sentire molto a vostro agio; se poi ci aggiungete capelli unti con due dita di ricrescita, unghie mani-piedi con smalto scrostato, peli delle gambe talmente lunghi da fare sembrare un pigiama la vostra camicia da notte, vi nasconderete in bagno ad ogni visita.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6432860709316074230-358986839343995992?l=desperatemummy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desperatemummy.blogspot.com/feeds/358986839343995992/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-pTC28_e6x7g/Ti1xHoONETI/AAAAAAAAAB8/JjXIO14Gf0I/s220/foto%2Bisa.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6432860709316074230.post-45814950409421048</id><published>2011-07-28T06:42:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2011-07-28T06:42:30.281+02:00</updated><title type='text'>OLIMPIONICA</title><content type='html'>Oggi si sentiva: in forma, agile, scattante, atletica, veloce, leggera, leggiadra, elastica, svelta, flessuosa, felina, ginnica, dinamica..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..era riuscita ad uscire da sola dalla vasca da bagno senza dover chiedere aiuto a suo marito.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6432860709316074230-45814950409421048?l=desperatemummy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desperatemummy.blogspot.com/feeds/45814950409421048/comments/default' 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-pTC28_e6x7g/Ti1xHoONETI/AAAAAAAAAB8/JjXIO14Gf0I/s220/foto%2Bisa.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6432860709316074230.post-1964500733763079683</id><published>2011-07-26T09:02:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2011-07-26T09:03:57.093+02:00</updated><title type='text'>PRIMA CHE SIA TARDI</title><content type='html'>Verso la fine della gravidanza potreste soffrire maggiormente di ritenzione idrica.&lt;br /&gt;Quando inizierete a gonfiarvi, cercate di tenere spesso&amp;nbsp;le gambe sollevate, portate scarpe comode e toglietevi gli anelli dalle dita, compresa la fede nuziale.&lt;br /&gt;E' triste togliervi la fede nuziale?Avete paura che vi scambino per una ragazza-madre?&lt;br /&gt;E' molto più triste che vi scambino per una donna sposata monca, dopo che vi avranno tagliato il dito perchè la fede nuziale&amp;nbsp;non usciva più.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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/&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; (suggerito da V.L.)&lt;div 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CONSIGLIO'/><author><name>IsaB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11373449457314980492</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-pTC28_e6x7g/Ti1xHoONETI/AAAAAAAAAB8/JjXIO14Gf0I/s220/foto%2Bisa.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6432860709316074230.post-1659680457940235057</id><published>2011-07-24T10:43:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2011-07-24T10:43:46.060+02:00</updated><title type='text'>SPIRITO CRITICO</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;...."Dovete entrare in comunicazione con il vostro utero e la vostra vagina dicendogli cosa devono fare..."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mpf..&lt;br /&gt;...forse gli chiederei: "siate veloci e il più possibile indolori..."&lt;br /&gt;Mpf...&lt;br /&gt;...ma il mio utero e la mia vagina non dovrebbero essere geneticamente programmati per sapere cosa devono fare?Glielo devo dire proprio io che l'unica cosa che so è che da lì deve uscire un bambino??!!&lt;br /&gt;Mpf...&lt;br /&gt;...già mi sento strana ad avere come unica interlocutrice una bimba di 3 anni per giornate intere,&lt;br /&gt;mi metterò a parlare con il mio utero e la mia vagina??!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Libro cestinato&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6432860709316074230-1659680457940235057?l=desperatemummy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desperatemummy.blogspot.com/feeds/1659680457940235057/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://desperatemummy.blogspot.com/2011/07/spirito-critico.html#comment-form' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6432860709316074230/posts/default/1659680457940235057'/><link rel='self' 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metti!!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come spiegare a tua figlia che non deve fare la pipì addosso, quando tu al minimo imprevisto te la fai???&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6432860709316074230-973954481480577364?l=desperatemummy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desperatemummy.blogspot.com/feeds/973954481480577364/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://desperatemummy.blogspot.com/2011/07/la-voce-della-verita.html#comment-form' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6432860709316074230/posts/default/973954481480577364'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6432860709316074230/posts/default/973954481480577364'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desperatemummy.blogspot.com/2011/07/la-voce-della-verita.html' title='LA VOCE DELLA VERITà'/><author><name>IsaB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11373449457314980492</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-pTC28_e6x7g/Ti1xHoONETI/AAAAAAAAAB8/JjXIO14Gf0I/s220/foto%2Bisa.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6432860709316074230.post-5751350301311343667</id><published>2011-07-20T09:17:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2011-07-20T09:17:16.719+02:00</updated><title type='text'>GRAVI-OLIMPIADI</title><content type='html'>PROVA DI MEMORIA: &lt;br /&gt;Ricordare le scarpe indossate la mattina, poi tirare fuori i piedi da sotto la pancia e verificare&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PROVA DI AGILITA':&lt;br /&gt;Riuscire a lavarsi accuratamente in tutti i punti cambiando solo tre posizioni sul bidet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PROVA DI RESISTENZA:&lt;br /&gt;Gestire la situazione in cui ci si trova in un agriturismo sperduto nel nulla e ci si imbatte in una toilette schifosamente impraticabile&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PROVA DI ABILITA':&lt;br /&gt;Decidere di uscire una sera indossando un tacco dieci&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PROVA DI VELOCITA:&lt;br /&gt;Riuscire a stirare tre macchinate, con almeno tre soste sgonfia-caviglia, in meno di tre ore.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6432860709316074230-5751350301311343667?l=desperatemummy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desperatemummy.blogspot.com/feeds/5751350301311343667/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://desperatemummy.blogspot.com/2011/07/gravi-olimpiadi.html#comment-form' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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coccole non farmi mai mancare&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ricordati di farmi i complimenti&lt;br /&gt;anche se guardandomi ti rimangono tra i denti:&lt;br /&gt;devi dirmi che sono la più bella del mondo&lt;br /&gt;seppure tonda come un mappamondo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Non commentare tutto quello che mangio.&lt;br /&gt;ogni tanto di invitarmi fuori a cena abbi lo slancio!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Se mi vedi di un colorito tendente al verde,&lt;br /&gt;non parlarmi dello scarico del water che perde;&lt;br /&gt;i lavori pesanti non farmi fare,&lt;br /&gt;dì che le tue arti casalinghe vuoi affinare!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trova parcheggi vicini quando usciamo&lt;br /&gt;e se camminiamo per strada prendimi la mano.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Se la lacrima facile vedi affiorare,&lt;br /&gt;sforzati un pochino e prova a consolare:&lt;br /&gt;cerca di sopportare i miei sbalzi d'umore&lt;br /&gt;e riportami al sorriso con un fiore!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In questi nove mesi, lo so, dovrai avere molta pazienza,&lt;br /&gt;ma vedrai che così non mancherà la mia riconoscenza;&lt;br /&gt;sono piccoli sacrifici che è giusto fare&lt;br /&gt;perchè, ricordati:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;papà sto per farti diventare!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6432860709316074230-910846308513274541?l=desperatemummy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desperatemummy.blogspot.com/feeds/910846308513274541/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://desperatemummy.blogspot.com/2011/07/poesia-al-marito.html#comment-form' title='1 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6432860709316074230/posts/default/910846308513274541'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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a&lt;em&gt; loro&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Le &lt;em&gt;aliene gravide &lt;/em&gt;differiscono da noi in quanto hanno solo sembianze umane, sfidando, per il resto, ogni legge della natura, fisica e gravidica.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Le &lt;em&gt;aliene gravide &lt;/em&gt;si aggirano in mezzo a noi, e possiamo distinguerle tramite i seguenti particolari:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Dal primo al nono mese di gravidanza portano con indifferenza tacco 12 senza implicazioni di piedi o caviglie gonfie&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Al nono mese di gravidanza guardandole da dietro non sembrano neanche incinte e quando si voltano hanno una perfetta, piccola, tonda, raccolta pancia&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Qualsiasi vestito, in qualsiasi epoca gestazionale all' &lt;em&gt;aliena gravida&lt;/em&gt; cade perfettamente&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Mostrano seni sodi e rigogliosi più che mai senza alcun segno di cedimento&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Hanno unghie perfette, capelli in ordine e lucenti, pelle abbronzata e colorito sano per tutti i 9 mesi della gravidanza&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Mettono su solo il peso della pancia che perdono immediatamente al momento del parto; le loro voglie vengono soddisfatte con sedano e carote tagliati a bastoncini&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;La loro pelle aliena è talmente elastica che non lascia posto alle smagliature e i loro bacini talmente mobili che, anche se misurano 80 cm di fianchi, partoriscono in 2 ore.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Maledette aliene gravide!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6432860709316074230-8836347681668287999?l=desperatemummy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desperatemummy.blogspot.com/feeds/8836347681668287999/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://desperatemummy.blogspot.com/2011/07/aliene-gravide.html#comment-form' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' 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VISTA</title><content type='html'>Incinta di otto mesi, luglio, caldo, caldo, caldo.&lt;br /&gt;Devo&amp;nbsp;trovare il modo di dormire il più svestita possibile, ma con almeno la pancia coperta per evitare coliche....mmmhh...idea!!&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; BABY DOLL&lt;br /&gt;di raso, corto, fresco....stanotte mi faccio una dormita con i fiocchi!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Il marito:&lt;br /&gt;in astinenza da quasi otto mesi, luglio, in ferie, caldo, caldo, ma di solito in questo periodo, rilassati ce la godevamo...almeno gli altri anni.....ma aspetta!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mia moglie a letto con un&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; BABY DOLL!!&lt;br /&gt;di raso, corto, super sexy...se non è un messaggio questo....stanotte ci scappa una ........ con i fiocchi!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6432860709316074230-3998399580482056385?l=desperatemummy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desperatemummy.blogspot.com/feeds/3998399580482056385/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://desperatemummy.blogspot.com/2011/07/universi-paralleli-questione-di-punti.html#comment-form' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6432860709316074230/posts/default/3998399580482056385'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6432860709316074230/posts/default/3998399580482056385'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desperatemummy.blogspot.com/2011/07/universi-paralleli-questione-di-punti.html' title='UNIVERSI PARALLELI: QUESTIONE DI PUNTI DI VISTA'/><author><name>IsaB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11373449457314980492</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-pTC28_e6x7g/Ti1xHoONETI/AAAAAAAAAB8/JjXIO14Gf0I/s220/foto%2Bisa.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6432860709316074230.post-2047639547126909797</id><published>2011-07-17T16:17:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2011-07-17T16:17:27.664+02:00</updated><title type='text'>OGNI COSA A SUO TEMPO</title><content type='html'>La maglietta è diventata un top&lt;br /&gt;Il vestito è diventato una maglietta&lt;br /&gt;la gonna lunga è diventata longuette&lt;br /&gt;la longuette è diventata mini:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok, non posso piu posticipare, è ora che mi compri qualche vestito nuovo!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6432860709316074230-2047639547126909797?l=desperatemummy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-pTC28_e6x7g/Ti1xHoONETI/AAAAAAAAAB8/JjXIO14Gf0I/s220/foto%2Bisa.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6432860709316074230.post-2031571931591664906</id><published>2011-06-11T08:44:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2011-06-11T08:44:52.516+02:00</updated><title type='text'>L'INVIDIA</title><content type='html'>L'invidia è sentire quella ragazza al nono mese di gravidanza dire che &lt;em&gt;lei&lt;/em&gt; non ha speso neanche un soldo in creme per le smagliature, che sono soldi buttati, tanto &lt;em&gt;lei&lt;/em&gt; di smagliature non ne ha neanche una.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mentre &lt;em&gt;tu&lt;/em&gt;, non solo per quelle creme hai lasciato 300 euro al farmacista, ma la &lt;em&gt;tua&lt;/em&gt; pancia ha tante di quelle ramificazioni da poterci tracciare l'intero albero genealogico della tua famiglia partendo da Adamo ed Eva.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6432860709316074230-2031571931591664906?l=desperatemummy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desperatemummy.blogspot.com/feeds/2031571931591664906/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://desperatemummy.blogspot.com/2011/06/linvidia.html#comment-form' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6432860709316074230/posts/default/2031571931591664906'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6432860709316074230/posts/default/2031571931591664906'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desperatemummy.blogspot.com/2011/06/linvidia.html' title='L&apos;INVIDIA'/><author><name>IsaB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11373449457314980492</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-pTC28_e6x7g/Ti1xHoONETI/AAAAAAAAAB8/JjXIO14Gf0I/s220/foto%2Bisa.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6432860709316074230.post-1747820997281073514</id><published>2011-06-04T11:14:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2011-06-04T11:14:28.141+02:00</updated><title type='text'>LA LEGGE DI MURPHY</title><content type='html'>Quando sei in giro non vantarti di quanto tu stia bene e di quanto non ti sembri di essere incinta;&lt;br /&gt;perchè appena tornata a casa ti verrà una nausea allucinante, accompagnata da un'acidità corrosiva e non potrai muoverti dal divano per una pubalgia immobilizzante.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E' la legge di murphy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6432860709316074230-1747820997281073514?l=desperatemummy.blogspot.com' alt='' 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-pTC28_e6x7g/Ti1xHoONETI/AAAAAAAAAB8/JjXIO14Gf0I/s220/foto%2Bisa.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6432860709316074230.post-5160579077598054297</id><published>2011-05-30T09:24:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2011-05-30T09:24:48.933+02:00</updated><title type='text'>PINOCCHIO IN ERBA</title><content type='html'>Se all'ottavo mese di gravidanza chiedete a vostro marito:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Tesoro, pensi che mi si sia ingrossato il sedere con la gravidanza?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lui abbassa lo sguardo, diventa rosso e guardandosi le punte dei piedi risponde:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"No amore, assolutmente, da dietro non sembri neanche incinta..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Credetegli.&lt;br /&gt;Per il vosto e per il suo bene, credetegli.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6432860709316074230-5160579077598054297?l=desperatemummy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desperatemummy.blogspot.com/feeds/5160579077598054297/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://desperatemummy.blogspot.com/2011/05/pinocchio-in-erba.html#comment-form' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6432860709316074230/posts/default/5160579077598054297'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6432860709316074230/posts/default/5160579077598054297'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desperatemummy.blogspot.com/2011/05/pinocchio-in-erba.html' title='PINOCCHIO IN ERBA'/><author><name>IsaB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11373449457314980492</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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malessere accusato in gravidanza, fate seguire l' aggettivo &lt;em&gt;"gravidico",&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;starete già meglio.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soffro di:&lt;br /&gt;...insonnia &lt;em&gt;gravidica, &lt;/em&gt;gengivite &lt;em&gt;gravidica, &lt;/em&gt;pubalgia &lt;em&gt;gravidica, &lt;/em&gt;incontinenza &lt;em&gt;gravidica......&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E' come se diceste al mondo intero che state soffrendo per un &lt;strong&gt;bene superiore,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6432860709316074230-6873084337675432198?l=desperatemummy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desperatemummy.blogspot.com/feeds/6873084337675432198/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://desperatemummy.blogspot.com/2011/05/bene-superiore.html#comment-form' title='0 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2</title><content type='html'>A lei toccava solo partorire,&lt;br /&gt;Come avrebbe fatto a convincere suo marito che entrando in sala parto con lei non avrebbe sofferto troppo?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6432860709316074230-1567759492051684110?l=desperatemummy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desperatemummy.blogspot.com/feeds/1567759492051684110/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://desperatemummy.blogspot.com/2011/05/ciascuno-il-suo-2.html#comment-form' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6432860709316074230/posts/default/1567759492051684110'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6432860709316074230/posts/default/1567759492051684110'/><link rel='alternate' 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tocca andare, Santa pazienza!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ho provato ad affidare all'usl la mia gravidanza&lt;br /&gt;e con quell'esperienza di un figlio ne avevo abbastanza.&lt;br /&gt;Poi ho cambiato idea forrtunatamente,&lt;br /&gt;rivolgendomi&amp;nbsp;a chi si fa pagare profumatamente:&lt;br /&gt;avere qualcuno su cui contare mi sembra un sogno,&lt;br /&gt;piuttosto che una ginecologa sempre mancante al bisogno.&lt;br /&gt;Solo che anche le analisi sono costrett a pagare,&lt;br /&gt;per non parlare dei prezzi dell'ecografie che son tenuta a fare.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Se il mio lavoro per l'embrione è pericoloso,&lt;br /&gt;subito a casa mi lasci, sei meticoloso;&lt;br /&gt;ma dopo il parto se il mio è un impiego a rischio,&lt;br /&gt;Tu tu giri dall'altra parte stile &lt;em&gt;"me ne infischio"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vogliamo anche parlare delle spese per un bimbo?&lt;br /&gt;qui siamo all'inferno, altro che limbo!&lt;br /&gt;Se si ha qualche problema con le mammelle,&lt;br /&gt;c'è il latte artificiale,si, ma il costo è alle stelle.&lt;br /&gt;Devi sperare che tuo figlio un po' stitico sia&lt;br /&gt;se no spendi soldoni in pannoli che devi buttare via!&lt;br /&gt;All'asilo nido non ci voglio neanche pensare:&lt;br /&gt;solo per pagare quello un secondo lavoro devo trovare!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tu, sei uno Stato sociale, dovresti fornirci assistenza,&lt;br /&gt;invece sembra che tu voglia, a tutti i costi, farci pagare penitenza&lt;br /&gt;Noi, dobbiamo fare i figli perchè sono il nostro domani,&lt;br /&gt;ma per mantenerli nessun aiuto, te ne lavi le mani!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Allora ti dirò che io, ingenua, da sposa,&lt;br /&gt;sognavo un' allegra famiglia numerosa.&lt;br /&gt;Ora, invece, che so come è la situazione,&lt;br /&gt;mi fermo a due figli senza alcuna esitazione.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E ti vorrei fermamente far notare,&lt;br /&gt;che se i genitori non ti impegni ad aiutare,&lt;br /&gt;il futuro di questo paese non ci sarà mai,&lt;br /&gt;a meno che, Tu, Stato, non diventi donna e da solo i filgli ti fai!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6432860709316074230-1863759574729168294?l=desperatemummy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desperatemummy.blogspot.com/feeds/1863759574729168294/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://desperatemummy.blogspot.com/2011/05/stato-stato-delle-mie-brame.html#comment-form' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6432860709316074230/posts/default/1863759574729168294'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6432860709316074230/posts/default/1863759574729168294'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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sua&amp;nbsp;pancia bianca mozzarella....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;così imparò sulla sua pelle che per la seconda gravidanza non valgono le smagliature della prima, ma ne fioriscono di nuove, ben visibili e pure con un fare arrogante....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6432860709316074230-8503083176428435636?l=desperatemummy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desperatemummy.blogspot.com/feeds/8503083176428435636/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://desperatemummy.blogspot.com/2011/05/panza-nuova-pelle-vecchia.html#comment-form' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6432860709316074230/posts/default/8503083176428435636'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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/&gt;Dopo 2 ore di serrato lavoro&amp;nbsp;arrivò a due conclusioni: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Il suo lavoro sarebbe stato vanificato in un secondo non appena vi avesse messo mano Camilla&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Mettere le mani fra i giochi dei figli è come scoprire in giardino una buca fatta dal cane :&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;ci ritrovi tuoi oggetti, scomparsi da mesi, rubati in circostanze misteriose, che diventano pe i neo-propretari &lt;em&gt;piccoli tesori.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6432860709316074230-1163274990781082770?l=desperatemummy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desperatemummy.blogspot.com/feeds/1163274990781082770/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://desperatemummy.blogspot.com/2011/05/tesori-nascosti.html#comment-form' title='0 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type='html'>Quando era incinta di Camilla, nel secondo trimestre, aveva i capelli lucidi e folti, le unghie lunghe e forti, la pella di pesca.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ora, incinta di Fabio, i capelli erano folti ma crespi, le unghie sfaldate e molli, sulla pelle era riafforata l'acne giovanile.......&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; ........eh bhè ci sta........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;......era incinta di un &lt;em&gt;maschio&lt;/em&gt;,e come tuti i &lt;em&gt;maschi&lt;/em&gt;, si stava allenando a far sentire le donne uno schifo.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6432860709316074230-5180618233253318529?l=desperatemummy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-pTC28_e6x7g/Ti1xHoONETI/AAAAAAAAAB8/JjXIO14Gf0I/s220/foto%2Bisa.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6432860709316074230.post-7281379410928118568</id><published>2011-05-04T14:11:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2011-05-04T14:11:03.559+02:00</updated><title type='text'>SESTO SENSO- IL RITORNO</title><content type='html'>Tre anni dopo, incrociò di nuovo il suo sesto senso materno.&lt;br /&gt;Lo guardò in&amp;nbsp; faccia e gli disse:&lt;br /&gt;"Aaahh!!Lo sapevo!!Questa volta non mi hai fregato!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Da quel giorno,&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;il pesciolino che aveva nella pancia, sarebbe stato pesciolino "Fabio", maschio, come lei aveva sempre saputo..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6432860709316074230-7281379410928118568?l=desperatemummy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-pTC28_e6x7g/Ti1xHoONETI/AAAAAAAAAB8/JjXIO14Gf0I/s220/foto%2Bisa.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6432860709316074230.post-4179216789896452607</id><published>2011-05-02T09:00:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2011-05-02T09:00:27.419+02:00</updated><title type='text'>SESTO SENSO</title><content type='html'>Tre anni fa, aveva incrociato&amp;nbsp;il suo sesto senso materno.&lt;br /&gt;Lui l'aveva guardata negli occhi, le aveva sghignazzato in faccia si era girato e se ne&amp;nbsp; era andato.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dal quel giorno, dopo 6 lunghi mesi,&amp;nbsp;aveva smesso di parlare alla sua pancia al maschile....&lt;br /&gt;da quel giorno la sua pancia si sarebbe chiamata Camilla....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6432860709316074230-4179216789896452607?l=desperatemummy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-pTC28_e6x7g/Ti1xHoONETI/AAAAAAAAAB8/JjXIO14Gf0I/s220/foto%2Bisa.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6432860709316074230.post-3617856566222412467</id><published>2011-04-30T10:53:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2011-04-30T10:53:22.651+02:00</updated><title type='text'>ANIME GEMELLE</title><content type='html'>Era in perfetta sintonia con il pesciolino che aveva nella pancia.&lt;br /&gt;Stessi gusti:&lt;br /&gt;lo sentiva ballare ogni volta&amp;nbsp; mangiasse un quadretto di cioccolata bianca!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6432860709316074230-3617856566222412467?l=desperatemummy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desperatemummy.blogspot.com/feeds/3617856566222412467/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://desperatemummy.blogspot.com/2011/04/anime-gemelle.html#comment-form' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6432860709316074230/posts/default/3617856566222412467'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6432860709316074230/posts/default/3617856566222412467'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desperatemummy.blogspot.com/2011/04/anime-gemelle.html' title='ANIME GEMELLE'/><author><name>IsaB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11373449457314980492</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-pTC28_e6x7g/Ti1xHoONETI/AAAAAAAAAB8/JjXIO14Gf0I/s220/foto%2Bisa.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6432860709316074230.post-2582991088801341327</id><published>2011-04-29T09:58:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2011-04-29T09:58:30.682+02:00</updated><title type='text'>SENZA TRUCCO, SENZA INGANNO</title><content type='html'>Dita gonfie : via gli anelli&lt;br /&gt;Piedi gonfi : via le scarpe&lt;br /&gt;Capelli opachi : via la tinta&lt;br /&gt;Unghie sfaldate : via lo smalto&lt;br /&gt;Macchie della gravidanza : via il trucco&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ora sapeva benissimo come si sentiva San Francesco quando si spogliò di tutte le sue ricchezze.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6432860709316074230-2582991088801341327?l=desperatemummy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-pTC28_e6x7g/Ti1xHoONETI/AAAAAAAAAB8/JjXIO14Gf0I/s220/foto%2Bisa.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6432860709316074230.post-3400593865768308111</id><published>2011-04-28T14:41:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2011-04-28T14:41:53.828+02:00</updated><title type='text'>PUNTO DI NON RITORNO</title><content type='html'>Quel momento era arrivato.&lt;br /&gt;Sapeva che sarebbe successo, ma non si aspettava così presto.&lt;br /&gt;Il punto di non ritorno:&lt;br /&gt;quando la vescica non riesce a tenere testa ad uno starnuto.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6432860709316074230-3400593865768308111?l=desperatemummy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desperatemummy.blogspot.com/feeds/3400593865768308111/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-pTC28_e6x7g/Ti1xHoONETI/AAAAAAAAAB8/JjXIO14Gf0I/s220/foto%2Bisa.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6432860709316074230.post-1748777693335103837</id><published>2011-04-25T09:53:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2011-04-25T09:53:32.168+02:00</updated><title type='text'>CREAZIONE</title><content type='html'>Fra uno sforzo e l'altro, si fermava e faceva profondi respiri:&lt;br /&gt;faceva entrare l'aria dal naso e la faceva&amp;nbsp;uscire dalla bocca.&lt;br /&gt;Non sapeva quello che doveva fare con esatezza, ma si affidava all'istinto.&lt;br /&gt;Sapeva, però, che doveva mantenere la calma, solo così ce l'avrebbe fatta.&lt;br /&gt;Provava a focalizzare il pensiero&amp;nbsp;di quando l'avrebbe visto fra loro, opera sua, merito della sua fatica, del suo impegno, del suo sudore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Donna che partorisce?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No, suo marito che monta il lettino Ikea.&lt;div 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title='CREAZIONE'/><author><name>IsaB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11373449457314980492</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-pTC28_e6x7g/Ti1xHoONETI/AAAAAAAAAB8/JjXIO14Gf0I/s220/foto%2Bisa.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6432860709316074230.post-2773315738525396780</id><published>2011-04-20T17:53:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2011-04-20T17:53:17.763+02:00</updated><title type='text'>NATURA MATRIGNA 2 bis</title><content type='html'>Alla commessa:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Mi servirebbe una crema per il corpo che prevenga le smagliature.......ma che soprattutto ricucia quelle già esistenti!"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6432860709316074230-2773315738525396780?l=desperatemummy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desperatemummy.blogspot.com/feeds/2773315738525396780/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://desperatemummy.blogspot.com/2011/04/natura-matrigna-2-bis.html#comment-form' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6432860709316074230/posts/default/2773315738525396780'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6432860709316074230/posts/default/2773315738525396780'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desperatemummy.blogspot.com/2011/04/natura-matrigna-2-bis.html' title='NATURA MATRIGNA 2 bis'/><author><name>IsaB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11373449457314980492</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-pTC28_e6x7g/Ti1xHoONETI/AAAAAAAAAB8/JjXIO14Gf0I/s220/foto%2Bisa.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6432860709316074230.post-4370518093014388719</id><published>2011-04-20T17:51:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2011-04-20T17:51:14.815+02:00</updated><title type='text'>NATURA MATRIGNA 2</title><content type='html'>Era soggetta a smagliature.&lt;br /&gt;La sua pancia sembrava territorio sismico colpito da più terremoti.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6432860709316074230-4370518093014388719?l=desperatemummy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desperatemummy.blogspot.com/feeds/4370518093014388719/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-pTC28_e6x7g/Ti1xHoONETI/AAAAAAAAAB8/JjXIO14Gf0I/s220/foto%2Bisa.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6432860709316074230.post-358105912244312347</id><published>2011-04-17T09:41:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2011-04-17T09:41:22.084+02:00</updated><title type='text'>BOLLETTINO DI GUERRA</title><content type='html'>Bollettino di guerra: un cactus sgonfio, un potus(la pianta più resistente al mondo) andata.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;La domanda sorge spontanea:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come avrebbe potuto prendersi cura di esseri viventi complessi, come bambini, quado gli esseri viventi base presenti nella sua vita, le piante, con bisogni primari (un po' d'acqua, un po' di luce),le morivano fra le mani???!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6432860709316074230-358105912244312347?l=desperatemummy.blogspot.com' alt='' 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-pTC28_e6x7g/Ti1xHoONETI/AAAAAAAAAB8/JjXIO14Gf0I/s220/foto%2Bisa.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6432860709316074230.post-7138253766637206705</id><published>2011-04-16T12:34:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2011-04-16T12:36:15.580+02:00</updated><title type='text'>LETTERA AL MARITO</title><content type='html'>Caro marito, &lt;br /&gt;vorrei ricordarti che non sono a casa dal lavoro per riflettere sul mio ruolo nel mondo.&lt;br /&gt;E' vero, tu ti alzi alle 5 del mattino, come peraltro facevo anch'io &amp;nbsp;fino a qualche mese fa, mentre ora, dopo aver passato gran parte della notte insonne, la mattina mi attardo ben fino alle 7 prima di alzarmi.&lt;br /&gt;Mi occupo, quindi, di tenere puliti e ordinati 120 mq di casa, di lavare, stirare mucchie di panni, di farti trovare pasti caldi e sfiziosi ogni qualvolta tu torni, di crescere ed educare un vulcano di 3 anni, di aiutare&amp;nbsp;i tuoi genitori nelle faccende in un momento di bisogno.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tutto questo con un bambino che cresce nella mia pancia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quindi, quando torni a casa, distrutto dalle tue 8 ore di lavoro, ti prego, ricordati di me, devastata dalle mie 14.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; grazie.&lt;div 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MARITO'/><author><name>IsaB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11373449457314980492</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-pTC28_e6x7g/Ti1xHoONETI/AAAAAAAAAB8/JjXIO14Gf0I/s220/foto%2Bisa.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6432860709316074230.post-5019293450078960834</id><published>2011-04-13T16:51:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2011-04-13T16:51:12.089+02:00</updated><title type='text'>PASSATEMPI 2</title><content type='html'>Per passare il tempo aveva cominciato a ricamare corredini a mano.&lt;br /&gt;Fra un corredino e l'altro si concentrava su impossibili schemi di parole crociate.&lt;br /&gt;Tirò fuori anche qualche schema di uncinetto per future bomboniere e progettò copertine fatte ai ferri.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meno male che la gravidanza ringiovanisce.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...a 29 anni, si trovava a fare le stesse cose che avrebbe fatto a 70......&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6432860709316074230-5019293450078960834?l=desperatemummy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desperatemummy.blogspot.com/feeds/5019293450078960834/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://desperatemummy.blogspot.com/2011/04/passatempi-2.html#comment-form' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6432860709316074230/posts/default/5019293450078960834'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6432860709316074230/posts/default/5019293450078960834'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desperatemummy.blogspot.com/2011/04/passatempi-2.html' title='PASSATEMPI 2'/><author><name>IsaB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11373449457314980492</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-pTC28_e6x7g/Ti1xHoONETI/AAAAAAAAAB8/JjXIO14Gf0I/s220/foto%2Bisa.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6432860709316074230.post-2659496313967418198</id><published>2011-04-12T14:15:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2011-04-12T14:15:13.746+02:00</updated><title type='text'>VERBA VOLANT SCRIPTA MANENT</title><content type='html'>Dicono che ti scordi tutto.&lt;br /&gt;Dicono che ti scordi il dolore del parto, la spossatezza del post partum, le notti insonni, i vagiti perforatori di timpani, le coliche gassose,il senso di inadeguatezza, il sacrificio dell'allattamento.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;dicono.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Io mi sono scritta tutto.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6432860709316074230-2659496313967418198?l=desperatemummy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desperatemummy.blogspot.com/feeds/2659496313967418198/comments/default' title='Commenti sul 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-pTC28_e6x7g/Ti1xHoONETI/AAAAAAAAAB8/JjXIO14Gf0I/s220/foto%2Bisa.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6432860709316074230.post-4065767613346288372</id><published>2011-04-12T14:09:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2011-04-12T14:09:27.915+02:00</updated><title type='text'>CIU IS MEGL CHE UAN 2</title><content type='html'>Nella prima gravidanza ti appropinqui al parto col la paura dell'ignoto, del non sapere cosa aspettarti.&lt;br /&gt;Nella seconda gravidanza ti appropinqui al parto co il terrore di quello che sarà, sapendo esattamente di che cosa si tratta!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6432860709316074230-4065767613346288372?l=desperatemummy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desperatemummy.blogspot.com/feeds/4065767613346288372/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://desperatemummy.blogspot.com/2011/04/ciu-is-megl-che-uan-2.html#comment-form' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6432860709316074230/posts/default/4065767613346288372'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6432860709316074230/posts/default/4065767613346288372'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desperatemummy.blogspot.com/2011/04/ciu-is-megl-che-uan-2.html' title='CIU IS MEGL CHE UAN 2'/><author><name>IsaB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11373449457314980492</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-pTC28_e6x7g/Ti1xHoONETI/AAAAAAAAAB8/JjXIO14Gf0I/s220/foto%2Bisa.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6432860709316074230.post-4374156793331832380</id><published>2011-04-08T13:25:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2011-04-08T13:25:03.595+02:00</updated><title type='text'>DOLCE DORMIR, MAGARI</title><content type='html'>Notte.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;Letto matrimoniale.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;Tre persone:&lt;br /&gt;marito russante, figlia febbricitante, tossicosa, seconda pelle, mamma portatrice di orticaria.&lt;br /&gt;Nulla di tutto ciò poteva aiutare la sua insonnia gravidica!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6432860709316074230-4374156793331832380?l=desperatemummy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-pTC28_e6x7g/Ti1xHoONETI/AAAAAAAAAB8/JjXIO14Gf0I/s220/foto%2Bisa.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6432860709316074230.post-927362023880094598</id><published>2011-04-08T13:21:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2011-04-08T13:21:22.949+02:00</updated><title type='text'>TRANSFORMERS 5</title><content type='html'>Era gonfia, molto gonfia.&lt;br /&gt;Era colpa del caldo torrido di aprile (?), della ritenzione idrica imperante o dell'orticaria avanzante?&lt;br /&gt;Inutile porsi domande, non era comunque una bella cosa.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6432860709316074230-927362023880094598?l=desperatemummy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desperatemummy.blogspot.com/feeds/927362023880094598/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-pTC28_e6x7g/Ti1xHoONETI/AAAAAAAAAB8/JjXIO14Gf0I/s220/foto%2Bisa.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6432860709316074230.post-6843308732339753029</id><published>2011-04-07T12:02:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2011-04-07T12:02:59.636+02:00</updated><title type='text'>LA BELLA ADDORMENTATA 2</title><content type='html'>Non aveva idea di cosa fosse successo a casa sua quella notte; se sua figlia avesse tossito e si fosse svegliata, se suo marito avesse russato elefantinamente, se ci fosse stata una bisca clandestina di carte, se si fossero introdotti i ladri facendo razzia.&lt;br /&gt;Sapeva solo una cosa:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dopo mesi&amp;nbsp;era ruscita a dormire per una notte intera.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Si sentiva come una fenice:&amp;nbsp;risorta dalle&amp;nbsp;sue stesse ceneri.&lt;br /&gt;Per oggi sarebbe stata padrona del mondo o, per lo meno, delle sua azioni!&lt;div 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2'/><author><name>IsaB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11373449457314980492</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-pTC28_e6x7g/Ti1xHoONETI/AAAAAAAAAB8/JjXIO14Gf0I/s220/foto%2Bisa.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6432860709316074230.post-7625630228221533775</id><published>2011-04-06T11:29:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2011-04-06T11:29:17.305+02:00</updated><title type='text'>ORTICARIA 3</title><content type='html'>Si trovò a grattarsi, disperata, di nascosto da sè stessa!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6432860709316074230-7625630228221533775?l=desperatemummy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-pTC28_e6x7g/Ti1xHoONETI/AAAAAAAAAB8/JjXIO14Gf0I/s220/foto%2Bisa.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6432860709316074230.post-4636853591495960048</id><published>2011-04-06T11:27:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2011-04-06T11:27:08.239+02:00</updated><title type='text'>ORTICARIA 2</title><content type='html'>Si trovò invasa dall'orticaria in ogni luogo:&lt;br /&gt;piedi, mani, braccia, schiena, glutei, gambe, faccia.&lt;br /&gt;Solo un posto si salvò:&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; la pancia.&lt;br /&gt;Era come se il suo bimbo da là dentro le lanciasse un messaggio chiaro:&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;em&gt;Questo è territorio mio, per il resto fai un po' come ti pare...."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6432860709316074230-4636853591495960048?l=desperatemummy.blogspot.com' alt='' 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-pTC28_e6x7g/Ti1xHoONETI/AAAAAAAAAB8/JjXIO14Gf0I/s220/foto%2Bisa.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6432860709316074230.post-2279386788914760688</id><published>2011-04-06T11:19:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2011-04-06T11:19:33.223+02:00</updated><title type='text'>ORTICARIA 1</title><content type='html'>Secondo la legge di Murphy, (a suo avviso scientificamente valida come quelle di Newton), se siete soggette a disturbi curabili solo con&amp;nbsp; farmaci, in gravidanza, quando sarebbe meglio bandire i farmaci, i suddetti disturbi si riproporranno in diversi modi, intensità e misure.&lt;br /&gt;Così, per la terza volta da gravida, si preparava ad affrontare giorni di &lt;em&gt;orticaria, &lt;/em&gt;senza poter lontanamente pensare di grattarsi.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6432860709316074230-2279386788914760688?l=desperatemummy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desperatemummy.blogspot.com/feeds/2279386788914760688/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://desperatemummy.blogspot.com/2011/04/orticaria-1.html#comment-form' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6432860709316074230/posts/default/2279386788914760688'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6432860709316074230/posts/default/2279386788914760688'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desperatemummy.blogspot.com/2011/04/orticaria-1.html' title='ORTICARIA 1'/><author><name>IsaB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11373449457314980492</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-pTC28_e6x7g/Ti1xHoONETI/AAAAAAAAAB8/JjXIO14Gf0I/s220/foto%2Bisa.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6432860709316074230.post-3090066413265625565</id><published>2011-04-01T13:12:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2011-04-01T13:12:07.721+02:00</updated><title type='text'>IN &amp; OUT</title><content type='html'>Quando entrava in una stanza, la sua pancia la precedeva di alcuni secondi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quando usciva da una stanza, il suo sedere vi si soffermava ancora per un pò.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6432860709316074230-3090066413265625565?l=desperatemummy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desperatemummy.blogspot.com/feeds/3090066413265625565/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://desperatemummy.blogspot.com/2011/04/in-out.html#comment-form' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6432860709316074230/posts/default/3090066413265625565'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6432860709316074230/posts/default/3090066413265625565'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desperatemummy.blogspot.com/2011/04/in-out.html' title='IN &amp; OUT'/><author><name>IsaB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11373449457314980492</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-pTC28_e6x7g/Ti1xHoONETI/AAAAAAAAAB8/JjXIO14Gf0I/s220/foto%2Bisa.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6432860709316074230.post-6829261888228232831</id><published>2011-03-29T13:56:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2011-03-29T13:56:14.750+02:00</updated><title type='text'>ADATTAMENTO</title><content type='html'>L'unico modo per entrare in auto e guidarla senza che la pancia spingesse sul volante era tirare tutto il sedile indietro.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok.Fatto.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Il problema ora era come poter arrivare con i suoi zamponi ai pedali.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6432860709316074230-6829261888228232831?l=desperatemummy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desperatemummy.blogspot.com/feeds/6829261888228232831/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://desperatemummy.blogspot.com/2011/03/adattamento.html#comment-form' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6432860709316074230/posts/default/6829261888228232831'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6432860709316074230/posts/default/6829261888228232831'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desperatemummy.blogspot.com/2011/03/adattamento.html' title='ADATTAMENTO'/><author><name>IsaB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11373449457314980492</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-pTC28_e6x7g/Ti1xHoONETI/AAAAAAAAAB8/JjXIO14Gf0I/s220/foto%2Bisa.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6432860709316074230.post-4470510590385404608</id><published>2011-03-27T20:51:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2011-03-27T20:51:01.460+02:00</updated><title type='text'>DARWIN: L'EVOLUZIONE</title><content type='html'>Era sicura, la specie della donna gravida era in grado di evolversi.&lt;br /&gt;Lei per evitare di abbassarsi a raccogliere le cose cadute per terra, sviluppò il &lt;em&gt;piede prensile.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6432860709316074230-4470510590385404608?l=desperatemummy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desperatemummy.blogspot.com/feeds/4470510590385404608/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' 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/&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; E' definitivo: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mia figlia sta mettendo in atto un piano per annientarmi psicologicamente.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6432860709316074230-3481021296966589274?l=desperatemummy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desperatemummy.blogspot.com/feeds/3481021296966589274/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://desperatemummy.blogspot.com/2011/03/la-voce-della-verita-3.html#comment-form' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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un paio di conti.&lt;br /&gt;Era da circa il secondo mese di gravidanza che non riusciva a dormire, quindi da ben 7 mesi prima de parto.&lt;br /&gt;Probabilmente, se fosse stata fortunata, non ci sarebbe riuscita per i 7 mesi successivi al parto.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; mmmmhhhh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alla fine di questa storia fino a dove si sarebbero spinte le sue occhiaie???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(&lt;em&gt;creato durante una lunga notte insonne)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6432860709316074230-2568383560030208835?l=desperatemummy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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