1+1 = dolce attesa

This photo was taken the other week before going to one of our many weddings. And no...I have not been eating too many cakes...I am in dolce attesa as they poetically say in Italy which means (more or less) sweet wait.

Yep - I am sweetly waiting for bel baby to come and join bel fidanzato and I. We still have a long, long way to go since we are only 17.5 weeks. And no, before you ask bel baby was not an accident! As you know I am in the midst of planning a wedding, so according to some bel fidanzato and I are currently living in sin and all that. Some curious people have asked us if bel baby was a sweet mistake, a lovely surprise perhaps...?  and believe me when I tell you these curious people were not all old, black clad Italian women but amongst them a young, modern Canadian girl too. 

Oh well, the time has come to accept that I shall have no privacy now that I am pregnant and obviously showing. I do after all live in a country that is obsessed with babies. People who I have never met (at least not that I recall meeting) stop me in the streets of Malito to touch my stomach and ask if it's a boy or girl. People have already placed bets they are so certain she will be a she, and he will be a he, "Look at her stomach, that is the stomach of a girl!" "No, no, that is definitely a boy. I should know, I have 2 of them." "You are so big already are you sure you are not expecting twins?" Yeah, thanks...it's not like I'm already feeling like a fat heffa or anything.

The past 17.5 weeks have certainly been an experience, and now that I have officially told the blogging world of bel baby, I can share with you in posts to come of all my pleasant, and not so pleasant being pregnant in Italy stories.