I’m a 28-year-old journalist and I’m obviously pregnant. When I discovered it, together with my husband, it’s been like a black-out. At that moment all my confidence vanished leaving place to the fear of not being – in range – capable, ready, adequate, competent. After some days happiness (mine and of my husband plus that of our relatives) got the upper hand and pushed me to reconsider the situation. It’s a really passionate experience. It’s frightening but without any doubt wonderful. And for this it deserves my highest attention.

Here comes this blog, that I inaugurate at the beginning of my fourth month (I jumped the first three month to avoid bad luck). The idea of creating a blog has been keeping buzzing around in my head for a while. Pregnancy gave me the courage to take a crack without deciding an aim. The only certain things are form and contempt.

Let’s start from the first one: I’m 28 and I don’t think pregnancy will catapult me over forty years. It’s true that some habits are hard put to (like eating without thinking about how much the meat is cooked or how the salad has been cleaned). But it’s also true that I don’t want to part with going out with my friends, drinking a glass of wine, going to a concert… moderately and with probably less carelessness, I’d like to preserve all or quite all that is part of the painting of my life. For this reason the form of this blog wants to be fresh and unaffected. For sure not pedantic nor arrogant. I don’t have the presumption of teaching something to someone, as I’m the first who doesn’t know where to go…

The second certainty of the blog is the contempt. There’s a wall section with periodical updating on my experience. Then a page with news about events, fairs, initiatives about the world of babies and products descriptions. Then we have a products’ section in which I’d like to introduce what I buy in terms of accessories (lotions, books, etc), apparel (for me and for who is coming) and equipment (crib, cradle, etc). These parts are going to grow together with this adventure.

Last but not least, two words about the most evident things. Starting from the header, it’s very simple. I like it because it displays all the colours I’ve got in my eyes in this period of my life. Among them, a baby girl and a baby boy: I still don’t know what we’re waiting for. The mother, the one comlpaining about her backache while she’s actually proud of having it, is in a corner: she’s not the main character of this adventure. And the the Italian-English texts: I’ve got some projects in mind… we’ll see what will happen. Lastly the title: ohi mama is a dialectal expression of my beloved Brianza. It conveys desperation but also astonishment for something unexptected.