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Today I would like to introduce you…my big, pink belly, which is (more precisely) the actual container of baby Giulia (pronounce: Julia).

This is the reason why every morning, I feel like an eared seal jammed on the shore of my bed.

But I guess many of you know what I mean.

Anyway, I would like to make clear that baby Giulia already  has a great supremacy.

She is the only (almost) human being who, to months away from her own birth, already owns more than 20 pair of shoes.

Yes. 20.

I can provide evidences.

And this is just the beginning.

The good thing is that I can already guess that she looks a lot more like me than like her father.

Well, you may say that we are Italians and care a lot about look and blah, blah, blah.

You may also say that Italian grandmothers literally go crazy as soon as they know that a grandchild is soon expected.

And you would definitely be right.

But the real point is: do you think that it’s possible that a new born baby already needs her own walk-in-closet?

It is absolutely not a mystery: I guess we still have lots of things to figure out.

Saturday morning

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After a sleepless night;

after not breathing for hours because of my huge baby girl rocking and rolling inside my belly;

after waking up at 6 because of…what? It doesn’t matter now anyway;

in this Roman saturday morning, I decided that I only had two ways to make something decent of my day:

- option one: setting a dinner date with Jhonny Depp

- option two: going to have a very Italian breakfast (croissant and nice, warm, scented cappuccino) at the bar downstairs with husband and dogs

I though I might have better chances with option two.
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Starting point.

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Now…I must start somewhere.

And today “somewhere” is a pair of shoes.

Yes.

I am 8 months pregnant of my first baby girl and, believe it or not, I am still very focused on not giving up my girlish outfits.

My baby is kicking my belly (from the inside) and I still want to feel like a woman, more than…a woman that just ate an entire watermelon (without slicing it).

Well, I am not sure of why I decided to start this blog.

Maybe just because I want to get really, really frustrated with my written English.

Or maybe because Rome in this season is such a pleasant place, that I would like to share it with people who doesn’t live here.

I don’t honestly know yet.

The only way to be sure, is to keep writing.

And this, with my huge belly  clung to my high heels spring shoes, I’ll do.