A happy rainbow of yarn.
Later, this project was frogged in a fit because I just couldn't get focused.*
Ironic, isn't it?
*which has nothing to do with the lovely pattern and everything to do with me
When you combine triple digit heat indexes with 37 weeks of pregnancy, it really is for the benefit of everyone else that I becoming a knitting hermit.
Yes, it seems to be contributing to the greater good that these days I prefer to just stay away from the public eye.
Trust me, it is better this way.
Just leave me alone with my books and my knitting and, I promise, I'll be feeling more like myself again soon. Or at least slightly less like an angry badger. An angry, pregnant badger. With gestational diabetes.
Someone once quipped (Yarn Harlot perhaps?) that they knit so that they don't kill people.
Normally, I'm quite a relaxed person. A little sarcastic sometimes, but overall pretty mellow and upbeat. In general, I don't easily lose my patience.
However, these days - these hot, sticky, cranky, HUGE days - when I am sitting in (yet another) waiting room or (yet another) salesperson comes to my front door during dinner time or my neighbor asks me (yet again) "had that baby yet?" (Do I look like I've had this baby yet, Mr. Yackety Too Much at the Mailbox?) .... well, lets just say that it is a very good thing I have my knitting to keep my hands busy and to keep my mouth (relatively) quiet.
One might argue that my near-constant knitting is saving lives.
Kicking Bag for the baby (Ravelry notes here)
If I'm not married to you and I haven't given birth to you, then I'm probably not tolerating you too well these days. And, if I am married to you and have given birth to you, then you probably aren't feeling much like tolerating me these days.
I apologize.
Well, if I were feeling more gracious I'd apologize.
Right now I'm just too cranky to care.
Why do I knit? This week I have been knitting so that I don't hurt anyone's feelings. Or poke them in the eye.
Trust me, the world is a safer and kinder place when I have a pair of needles in my hands, though I know that sounds counter-intuitive given that I just confessed I'm a big HUGE cranky mess. But, it is true: knitting is helping to keep the sarcastic and mean comments on the tip of my tongue from actually flying out of my mouth.
That little blue book I take with me to every doctor appointment? It is handy to lift up in front of my face so that I'm not glaring at everyone around me, angry because I've been drug from my hermit cave into society.
My emotions are embarrassing these days, hormones swinging out of control, making me miserable when I have so much to be happy about. I'm receiving fantastic medical care, my baby is healthy, I am healthy, and I'm SO excited to be blessed with another child! Hopefully, by this time next month, none of this will matter and I'll be holding a beautiful baby girl in my arms.
And, yet, I'm kind of a wreck.
I'm not feeling like myself, to say the least.
This prayer has been on my mind quite a bit:
"So far today, God, I've done all right. I haven't gossiped, lost my temper; haven't been grumpy, nasty, or selfish. I'm really glad of that. But in a few minutes, God, I'm going to get out of bed, and from this point on, I'm going to need a lot of help."
I need a whole lot of help.
a feather and fan comfort shawl (Ravelry notes here)
- Knitting: lots of finishing up work on projects that have been hanging around and some easy projects likes a baby sling, a shawl for me, a simple poncho for Lucy, and Max's lion
- Reading: Meditations During Pregnancy
the Whole Heart Baby Sling (Ravelry notes here)
Now, I'm going to go back into my cave and pick up my knitting needles before I spill any more snark and crankiness all over this post.
You're welcome.
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