There's been some progress on the WIP basket. My Sock Pal sock's are done! I've got to admit that I finished them just to start some new socks. Over the past four months, I've added some gorgeous colors to my stash that I've need to get on my needles. Also, all the Monkey love has been getting to me. So I knocked out the Pal's socks last weekend. I'll devote a proper letter to my Pal soon, but here's a shot of the finished duo (my first finished duo in 6 months).
I used Cider Moon's Icicle in Pistachio for her pair. It has a tiny halo and is said to be a looser ply for lighter socks. I think that they should keep her toes cozy through the fall. As soon as the last stitch was bound off, I wound my next Cider Moon hank & printed the copy of Monkey. Seriously, I'm in love with this entire sock. Monkey is the fastest sock I've ever knit. I honor the pattern for this accomplishment. There's something about the chart that lends itself to speed knitting.
I added an extra repeat & used my Addi's 1. In hindsight, I should have gone down to the 0, but that's what the second pair is for! And let's talk about the yarn! This is Cider Moon's Flurry in Avocado. When I first saw June Carter, Avocado was sitting next to her just begging to come home with me. So I pet him & said, "Someday, my love." The night before Knitter's Connection, my mantra was "Buy Avocado. Buy Avocado." Ava & I hit the Cider Moon booth & Avocado made it into my basket. There's a slight difference between Flurry & Icicle; no halo with the Flurry & it's has a bit tighter ply. I love the colors & (so far) no pooling. I can't beg you enough to go to the store & pickup a skein. Hey ladies, how about a Dirty Martini colorway? Huh? Huh? As soon as this Monkey is off my back, I'm starting a BSJ with their DK weight yarn in Thin Mint.
Baby stuff. Thank you all for the baby wishes! It was odd to not blog about being pregnant, but the mysterious due date freaked me out. The last post left us at a 12-16 week pregnancy. It is my pleasure to say after an official ultrasound, we are 9 weeks pregnant. Little bitter sweet because now we still have 4 weeks left of the first trimester. Not that I'm sick or even tired, but the uncertainty of the first trimester is frightening. But yesterday's appointment was not quite smooth sailing. I told the doctor I wanted 2 things out of the ultrasound, a due date & proof of one child. She was certain she could give me both answers, but confused that I'd ask for proof of a single child. "Why do you need proof?" she asked while applying the jelly. "My mother is convinced that I'm carrying twins since I look nice & pregnant." As she starts the ultrasound, we both stop & look at 2 blobs on screen. "Well..." she says with a hint of happiness, "let me take a look at another angle, but there are 2 sacks." Thank god I was laying down. After lots of moving & repositioning, we found 2 sacks, but only one with a nice strong heart-beat. It's safe to say that my mother dodged a life watching 3 kids while I'm at work. Apparently, my body decided to drop 2 eggs, but one was a dud & I couldn't be happier. Yes, twins are a miracle (4 of my favorite people are twins), but not my miracle. The doctor said that the empty sack would just "go away" & not interfere with the baby. This was all a little eerie since Ava & I just had a conversation about what I could be carrying. I'm neurotic about the most far-fetched possibilities of a pregnancy. We discussed that it's possible that I could be carrying a Wolf boy or a baby that consumed their twin during pregnancy & is now left with a lump of hair and a gaggle of teeth positioned on my baby's side. The doctor reassured me that we have one little baby waiting to join the family, but on my way out she said, "At the next appointment, have them do an ultrasound to make sure the the sack is disappearing or that nothing starts growing in the sack." What?!