Time for a Time-Out

Okay, folks. That time has come. I no longer have any interesting things to say. My knitting has become extremely mundane (another pair of small shorties, anyone?) and I am obsessing over how uncomfortable pregnancy can be. To top it off, with the finishing of all the baby preparations time has slowed to a crawl, or as my sister-in-law puts it “tick……tock……..tick…..tock”.

So, it is time to take a blog break. I will wait for the big story, the gorgeous headline and the exciting birth story. Shouldn’t be too much longer as I am over 38 weeks, now.

Remember the Cave? That is where I am headed, now. See you all when I emerge the victorious mother with babe in arms.

Knesting

Nesting, according to Wikipedia:

“In human females, the nesting instinct often occurs around the fifth month of pregnancy, but can occur as late as the eighth, or not at all. It may be strongest just before the onset of labor.

It is commonly characterized by a strong urge to clean and organize one’s home, and is one reason why couples who are expecting a baby often reorganize, arrange, and clean the house and surroundings. This behavior is colloquially known as “straightening out”, “clearing the road”, or “clearing the coast”, or “building a door”.”

So, what does it look like when a pregnant knitter starts nesting?

She gets a little frantic over the fact that she has eight projects on the needles… and not one of them is baby related.

She starts inventorying her worsted wools, looking for soaker worthy yarns.

She spends most of her day knitting like a crazy person, trying to finish something so that she can cast on soakers in good conscience. Turning a blind eye to the fact that the crib is not set up, the changing table is still being used as a book shelf, and the newborn diapers are still in storage, she instead works a complicated lace shawl project that has absolutely no practical use, baby or otherwise – just to clear out the WIP basket. (That would be Jaali. See yesterdays post…)

She is thankful for sleepless nights  - it’s just more knitting time, right?

She has nightmares that the baby comes before the knitting is done.

Yes, folks. I am 35 weeks pregnant, and I am knesting.

I’m Not Really Back…

..But I thought I would check in.

Insomnia rears it’s ugly head and I lay in bed thinking of all the things I could say in a little blog post. Things like, “It’s been 48 hours since I last threw up!” or “Gee, I haven’t knit a stitch in 6 weeks!” You know, really fascinating things that will keep the reader riveted. I do miss blogging, though. So, interesting or not, here is a little peek into my life.

Pregnancy and I have never gotten along very well and it really is a shame. I want lots and lots of kids, but I don’t know if I am willing to ever repeat the last few weeks of my life. This is my sixth time down this long road, and I think it got harder. For a while, there, the Man was getting really worried and he started threatening to take me to the emergency room. (That was when I went for three days without peeing, but I lived.) Hyperemesis Gravidarum is the name for it. I call it hell on earth. (See why I haven’t blogged in a while. This is all I have to talk about.)

Bright side of things – I am surrounded by wonderful friends who bring dinners and take my kids for playdates. I have awesome family who also cooks, cleans and pitches in where needed. I am married to the most fabulous man on the planet who, after long hours working, comes home to piles of laundry and long grocery lists. My kids are the most amazing, though! The six year old gets the baby up every morning, feeds her, changes her diaper and gets her dressed. The ten year old cooks and cleans and changes dirty diapers. The boy carries in wood and cleans out the fire place and keeps the fire going so we don’t freeze. And everyone smiles while they do my work. Everyone is excited that we have  a baby on the way, no matter how it inconveniences them. Wow. What a blessing.

So, my days have been filled with ceiling gazing and toilet hugging. Not very exciting, but there it is. It is slowly getting better. I am keeping more food down and pitching in a little with household things. I hope to be up and running by Christmas.

For today, I have the Boy to think about. Eight years ago today, I got my one and only son. There is a party planned for Saturday, for which I am heavily relying on my moms help to throw. I’ll let you know how it goes.

Until I get another burst of wordy energy -TTFN.

Surprise!

Before you ask…

No. We didn’t “plan” it.

Yes. We do know what causes it.

We have five. This makes six. And it’s probably not the last. We like our kids.

I’m due in the Spring.

No, I didn’t change my mind about homebirth. And, yes, I want to go unassisted again. Thank you for your concern.

I am thrilled, of course! A little shocked, but thrilled. (Marc is, too.)

Haven’t barfed yet, but it is still early. I expect that any day now I will be lying on the couch, hugging my barf pan. Not feeling too hot, but I got dressed today.

The kids are rooting for a brother, but we all know how good we Jacksons are at making girls, so….