Oh, sure, there has been some knitting happening, and some cute kids moments, and lots of life and laundry.

But, at 30 weeks gestation, one starts to feel like a dedicated baby incubator.

You know the phrase, “If you don’t have something nice to say, don’t say anything at all”?

I figure this blog is not supposed to be an outlet for complaining about heartburn and sciatica and emotional instability, so I don’t have much to say.

Maybe I can finish one of these knitted things and then I will have something nice to say.

Maybe I could fall into a deep, peaceful sleep and wake up when the baby is here.

Maybe I should just stop there.