It's been a little shitacular over here at Two Black Sheep. I'll sprinkle some progress photos & doggy shots to help liven up the post.
Friday started off horrible. I woke up & started some bread. I was startled when my phone rang with my supervisor on the other end. Our company decided to cut my department by 25%. I have a job, but now I have a larger territory. If I weren't 6 months pregnant, I wouldn't be phased. Currently, 2.5 hours in a car is difficult. I have a hard time imagining 4+. The loss of some of the people has really hit me over the last couple days. I don't work in an office, I speak with co-workers through voicemail, & see most of my friends 3 times a year. But I'm so sad that I will no longer see or hear from these people.
After the news, SK & I hit the road to spend time with ILs & pick-up Gus. Figuring this little vacation would take my mind off of work, I was thrilled to leave the house. Ava, twins can still bicker even at 32 year-olds. I just kept thinking, "How can 32 year-olds act like 12 year-olds?" Of course, I think the BIL is the root of the problem. However, I'm sure SIL would say that SK was the problem, and I couldn't really argue with her at this point. I'm sure it's the hormones, but I really wanted to crawl onto the floor & curl up between Gus & Pup.
This week has just been full of conference calls, questions & exhaustion. The realization of a larger territory & cleaning up missed appointments has sent me to the couch every night. One shiny moment, there is a Michigan store that sells BMFA. I'm taking a side-trip & loaded up on yarn. That will make it all worth it; at least until the next trip.
And finally, the joys of pregnancy. Until Tuesday, TBA has been moving with a smoothness. If SK would feel it, it resembled more of a nice big gas pop. He knew what it was, but it was still a nice sized gas pop. Just yesterday, TBA started to move like a real baby. I grabbed my belly after a good solid jab & could really tell that it was either an arm or a leg. Let's be real honest. Yes, pregnancy is a miracle, blessing, & amazing. But if you really REALLY think about it, it can become a frightful disgusting thought. Yesterday, it really dawned on me that there is a live human being punching my insides. Those punches yesterday weren't sweet or cute. Just icky & uncomfortable. It's just the next phase of the pregnancy & I'll get used to it.
Here's the WIP basket. No pictures of Tilted Duster, but I've got one sleeve left to seam on the Tilted Duster! I'm getting much better on seaming. I actually get giddy when I've done a nice job. I want to shove it in SK's face & gush. I'll try to contain my emotions for the moment. I'd love to have it done before our trip to the apple orchard this weekend.
I have one more repeat on the Honeybee stole. I was almost to the point of boredom when I realized that I've got 20 rows until I'm ready for a new pattern. Maybe this is the genius in Anne's madness. I'm so energized that I should have it done by tomorrow morning. I'm still in awe of my love for this color. Look at it! The camera did a great job of representing the true richness of the yarn. I drove up to Cleveland yesterday & couldn't help but think of the the yarn every time I passed a changing tree. Last night while I was working with it, I felt the calm of a crisp fall day. It was what I needed & by the time Bionic Woman was over, I felt refreshed. I'm still doing pretty well with the current chart. I have one issue, but it doesn't seem to ruin the pattern. On row 19, you should move the inside markers to the right. I have never had a count issue, so I've skipped this step each repeat.
I also finished a hat for a baby shower we have tomorrow. I used a pattern I found through Raverly & decided to break out some Cotton-Ease. This is the first time that I've ever used this yarn. It was a pleasant experience, but the project was so small that I couldn't get a good impression. The hat doesn't look long enough, but I could care less. There won't be any knitters at the party so no one will call my bluff. Instead of the normal diapers, receiving blankets & gowns, we thought we'd share our favorite books with the soon-to-be parents. Ava bought the bottom book for SK before Gus arrived. He buys this book for every single one of our pregnant friends. Goodnight Moon is my go-to book, and I still haven't found a book with artwork that I appreciated more than The Snowy Day. I hope that they'll love them as much as our family does.
This week is almost over & I couldn't be happier. We're going apple picking this weekend, which means I'll have the sheer joy of making applesauce all day on Saturday. Maybe I'll try to bake a pie.
-L
Dude. Totally hear you on the baby thing. I haven't felt s/he move yet, but I'm anticipating being COMPLETELY freaked out. Everytime we see the baby on the ultrasound or hear the heartbeat, I'm ecstatic at first, but about an hour later I'm totally floored by the freakiness of it all. ANOTHER PERSON LIVES INSIDE ME. It's just not normal. ;-)
Posted by: Cara | September 27, 2007 at 12:50 PM
I hope it all gets better. Apple picking on the weekend sounds really nice.
Its funny, knowing I've had my last kid, I kind of miss those moments of squirmy-baby-in-the-belly. But I know it's all hindsight and that at the time I was terribly uncomfortable.
I love giving books as baby gifts. Some of my best moments as a young mom were while reading to my babies.
Posted by: Kirsten | September 28, 2007 at 08:01 AM