Hey all! What’s shakin’? Not much is going on around here… Remember how I had one more day until my due date as of my last post on July 13? Well, I’m still waiting for my little guy to arrive. More bitching and moaning about that later; time to talk baby blankets now.
I was very fortunate to go through my pregnancy with a buddy, who was due only 2 days after me, and sharing this experience has only made us closer. She and her hubby joyfully welcomed their sweet, adorable new family member earlier this month, and I couldn’t think of a better way to celebrate his arrival than by knitting a blankie for him:
It was a nice and relaxing pattern to knit, but was maybe a little too much for my hands at the moment. (Yet, as you see in the title, I made TWO blankies. This was the first.)
I’m not sure if it’s the relaxin or the slight swelling of my mitts, but I developed finger pain in these last few months of pregnancy. Not hand pain, finger pain. It’s rather odd, and I mostly notice it when I wake up in the middle of the night to go to the bathroom. Sometimes my knuckles also feel weirdly disjointed. I can’t be sure what exactly caused it, but I haven’t been knitting lately and I’m still experiencing it. Here’s hoping once this baby pops out it will resolve.
I had always also planned to make a blanket for my little guy. After the thin yarn of this one, I decided I needed something a bit beefier. Though, that’s always a double edged sword: thicker goes faster, but is also a bit rougher on the hands. Especially when you choose to use cotton, (which I did, AGAIN) which has little elasticity.
Part of me thought that maybe this pattern was a bit too feminine, but the other part didn’t give a flying fuck. And you can see which part won out.
I’m 10 days overdue today…his uterine lease was only through the 14th and now the tiny man is officially a squatter.
I was prepared to be overdue in some sense, since my mom and sister both were with their first babies, but I didn’t think it would be this long. It has been particularly hard because I have been emotionally done with the task of carrying a baby for a good 3-4 weeks now.
Three women I know or know of who were due AFTER me have already had their babies. There is one more I know of that is scheduled to have hers next week, and if she has her baby before me, I am going to shit a brick.
And while the edema, back, hip and finger pain, inability to lie comfortably, squirrelly baby that sometimes moves so much it hurts, and my increasing inability to sleep suck, the worst thing is the hormones. I can be fine one moment, and completely inconsolable the next.
The second worst thing is the advice. The “enjoy your alone time while you can.” Well, that sounds like a perfectly reasonable thing to say, except for the fact that the list of crap in the previous paragraph makes it a tad difficult.
– Sympathy, empathy: thank you, awesome! I really appreciate it.
– Telling me to enjoy these last torturous days of my pregnancy or reminding me of how overdue I am (which I am very aware of): fuck off. Seriously, go fuck yourself. (while I realize I am now indirectly saying this to people, I am happy to report that I have been able to stop myself from actually saying it directly to anyone’s face. I would like to still have friends when this pregnancy is over.)
Why, yes, I am quite the angsty drama queen these days.
I know it will all be worth it in the end, though. Right? That’s what everyone keeps telling me. We are also really thankful that he seems to still be doing well in there, based on the tests my doctor has put me through this last week. There is always a silver lining.
And, I’m not a huge astrology person, but apparently he wasn’t up on being a Cancer. I’ve been told that Leos are stubborn, so this must just be his first show of protest. C’mon baby boy, it’s time to surrender!
Please send labor vibes.
Due-o-meter: 10 days OVER