My due date is Wednesday. WEDNESDAY. That's this week, boys and girls -- day after tomorrow.
Mind bottling (name that movie quote!).
I never thought I'd make it this far. I thought I'd be early for sure. That's why three weeks ago I started to get really, really antsy. But something weird happened late last week -- I stopped being antsy. I don't want to say I stopped caring, because I DO care. I want the baby here and in my arms . . but now, I feel like I can wait. Maybe it's because Sprout is engaged, and out of my lungs. Maybe it's because I've figured out that 'natural induction techniques' are ridiculous. Maybe it's because I don't really feel pregnant anymore. Whatever the reason, I'm glad I'm not losing my mind with anticipation anymore.
I have this niggling feeling that the birth is coming closer and closer -- and of course it is! Every day brings us one day closer . . we just don't know which day it will be.
While I wait, I knit. Like crazy.
Knit in a lovely wool silk blend by Fiddlesticks -- Zephyr.
Cast on last Tuesday - in the last 10 inches of charts as we speak.
I opted to bead it since I have lots of leftover beads from last year's mystery stole, and they're a perfect match for this yarn. It's gorgeous! And it's remarkably long. I bet it makes an awesome stole.
I was knitting it up for something to do while I waited. I didn't figure I'd get very far before Sprout's arrival, but now it looks like I'll finish it before Sprout's arrival. I was thinking of tucking it away for a gift for someone, since I don't love the colour of the yarn. I was thinking of running a contest with the stole as a prize. I just don't really know what to do with it.