Just wanted to share a bright spot in a still very hectic house. I won this yarn from Ms. Frick & it came at a wonderful time. The holidays are insane every year, but this year it was extremely insane & this yarn was a nice surprise. I have the perfect pattern just begging to be pulled out of the folder. Thanks, Julie & I'm looking forward to your return to the blog!
We had an ultrasound last Wednesday to determine the size of TBA. The OB is pretty sure that if we'd go to term, TBA would be slightly smaller than Gus. Ok, that's fine news. I'm not sure that I believe him, but we'll go with it. I was also told that he's breech & probably won't flip since I have low amniotic fluid. It wasn't so low that he rushed me to the hospital that day, but today we have to have a high-risk ultra-sound to determine just how low I am. He seemed to think that I would be fine, but he just wants to be safe.
Getting that news was a hard crack in the face. All along I've been thinking that we'd be "safe" until the 2nd week of January. I could freak out after the holidays and after a big football game. Having someone tell you that there's a small possibility that we could have a baby before the new year, was difficult. It isn't that we aren't ready with clothes & other material items, but it's that we'll soon have a newborn. I know, I know, I have to have this child, but it stills freaks me out! I didn't think I'd be as frightened with the second child, but I am. I've explained this to people & they look at me & say, "Well, duh you have to have the baby!" Trust me, I'm aware that the kid has to come out. I'm running out of room people! The past 2 weeks have been extremely uncomfortable & painful, but it's still easier than taking care of a newborn. It isn't just the newborn routine, it's everything else. Just like before we had Gus, we couldn't imagine how life would change after a kid. Now we have to adjust our lives for another kid. And it isn't that we don't want to, but I can't wrap my mind around it. It's just so big & scary. I still have a hard time whenever I hear someone call TBA by his actual name. For some reason, I can't do it. I usually just refer to him as "The Baby." I told you I was crazy... I won't even start in on the fact that we'll have a c-section. That's a whole another day.
So how do I deal with all this? Yep, start a sweater that has no written pattern & needs 3 cable charts that need to be re-written for in the round knitting. Sounds like a good idea, right? Much better than tracking down all of our missing newborn clothes. Much better than cleaning out the freezer. Much better than cleaning up Christmas packages. So much better. I'll post pictures of the start of the Aran Saddle Shoulder soon, but I packed our camera in my hospital suitcase. Just in case, the Doc says, "You're super low! Now get to the room so we can't get this baby out!"
Take a look at the picture again. See that fudge to left of the yarn? That's probably one of the most disgustingly wonderful things I've ever made! Chocolate Cheese Fudge. I'm not sure that it even qualifies as "Cheese" fudge, since it isn't real cheese. But fuck me, it's so good!
Ok, I'd better get ready for the Doc's visit.
Edited Post: Baby is fine. Still breech. Now we have to think about a ECV or schedule a C-section. At least this Doc told us that the baby is big, and he said it a number of times. Should be same size as Gus, but maybe a little larger. Not that I was hoping for a big baby, but when the first Doc said I didn't look big enough to have a 9 pounder, I got pissed. See? It doesn't take much to piss me off.