Archive for July, 2010

It’s my blog and I can whine if I want to

33 week bump! Still Looking on the bright side and feeling good

If you don’t want to read the ramblings of a very unhappy, cranky pregnant woman this is probably a post you’ll want to skip.  Since you have now been adequately warned here goes… I am huge and miserable!! I feel like a giant bloated tick! ( I did try to find a giant bloated tick, so you could see the similarities, but no such luck)  Nothing I do is making it any better. My back is about to break in half, my feet are so swollen they are hard to recognize  as feet (when I can actually catch a glimpse of them). I need assistance  to get my self off the couch and I am just plain grumpy. I am usually a very even-tempered woman, and I hate to feel out of sorts. It makes me even more grumpy. If that’s possible. The worst part of this whole thing is I still have a week until my due date. By that time when I finally do go into labor I’m pretty sure Craig will have to roll me into labor and delivery because I long ago reached the lumbering stage and am quickly surpassing it.. Kinda like the fat kid on Willy Wonka’s Chocolate Factory. (I know that was politically incorrect, but I don’t care I feel a certain kinship with him at the moment).

I’m pretty sure this child (I’m not sure she’s baby sized anymore) is approximately 32 inches long and about 17 lbs. She is sitting under my ribs so that sitting down, or such unnecessary things like taking a breath are not only difficult but painful. She is also laying directly on my bladder. Where she likes to roll back and  forth. Any type of consistent bladder control long ago left my life. I’m seriously thinking of taking stock out in Depends undergarments. And I’m not even embarrassed about this anymore, I just simply don’t care. I don’t care about anything any more, I don’t feel like knitting, eating is a challenge because there is no room for it, going any where requires so many trips to the bathroom I’m afraid store employees are going to think I have concocted an elaborate cover-up for a terrorist plot. I have 2 maternity tops that still cover my belly and don’t make me look like Baby Hughey. I refuse to buy more.

39 weeks! What bright side? I feel like I have the gestational cycle of an elephant!

For awhile I was able “to look on the bright side” i.e. I’ve felt really good for most of my pregnancy, I can go to bed when I want, get up when I want, and largely sleep through the night. That ones not cutting the mustard anymore because I’m up at least every 2 hours going to the bathroom anyway. I am no longer able to be philosophical about it, I just want this baby and I want it NOW!!!


I also seriously think I wished this on myself.  Her dad is the sweetest, kindest most easy-going person I have ever met and the true love of my life. So of course I have been hoping that she would have his personality. I failed to consider his single bad quality. He is a procrastinator of Olympic proportions and he hates change. Ok so that’s 2 qualities. But the change thing is (in my humble opinion) a largely male quality.

It has also occurred to me that she is waiting for us to come up with a name. The fact that she is still nameless is not for lack of trying.  We found out the gender back in March and have been diligently trying to come up with the perfect name since. We have a few we like but none that seem like the one. Sometimes I get so discussed I think what does it matter Mabel or Mergatroid she’ll hate it anyway by the time she’s 12.

That's 95,001 names, yes I realize there is overlap, but still.

Helpful people (read family and friends) are calling me daily to check on my status (Are you still here? Are you sure you don’t feel anything? And my personal favorite ” You’ll go tonight” that based on nothing more than they’d like me to go tonight). This makes me feel like I’m letting everyone down by not having produced said child in a timely fashion.

Then there is the “helpful” do it yourself labor induction advice. None of it (take my word for it, this is my 5th pregnancy) works unless the baby and your body are ready. I have yet to try the “midwife’s cocktail” but starting out labor with a seriously nasty bout of diarrhea just doesn’t sound like the best laid plan. Although I may rethink that in a couple of weeks time. A guy Craig works with even offered to… ahem… help break my water, because it happened with his wife. (I think this maybe one of his single biggest accomplishments in life, since he keeps offering) Tempting, but definitely NOT. That one I will not rethink in a couple of weeks time.

Even my youngest daughter is trying to be helpful by book marking page after page of ” natural labor induction techniques”.  I’m not sure I’m entirely comfortable with her extensive knowledge on the subject. It has however occurred to me that this may be the single best form of future birth control/abstinence advice she can get. All without me saying a word.

Now this brings me to my Dr. appointment yesterday. I must admit what I was seriously hoping for was ” Holy cow you don’t feel anything? Why you’re 7 centimeters dilated, let’s get you over to the hospital and have this baby now!” Needless to say that didn’t happen, but there was some changes so at some point (in the next 2 weeks) she should make an appearance. That leaves me roughly where I was before my appointment. Sigh


Bringing Home Baby Sweater

Well it’s finally finished and hopefully none to soon. The sweater! The article of love and affection I wish to bestow on our little blessing to transport her warmly ( no need to remind me it’s July) and safely home from the hospital. It’s based on the Kanoko Pants. I finished those quite some time ago and loved the pattern so much that I wanted a sweater and hat to match. The pattern will be  posted on my patterns page. I decided to go with an eggplant color. I am so sick of pink it’s not funny. Now don’t get me wrong it’s not that don’t like pink, I do, but for the love of Moses a little variation is the spice of life.

I also started The Pinwheel Baby Blanket I wanted something relatively easy and a little different. (Note that it too is not pink). This will probably not be done before she gets here, but I figured it would be a good project to take to the hospital with me.

Last but not least is the Sheepytime Sleep Sack from Sheepytime Knits. Not only will it keep her warm, but acts as a soaker and makes diaper changes relatively easy. I plan to make another one of these, it was very easy and went in an afternoon.

For the Love of Horses

One of my all time favorite things in the whole world is horses. I love the way they look, the way they smell, the way they feel and just about everything else about them. They are truly one of the most honest of Gods creatures. Their emotions are right out there. If they’re  scared, interested, annoyed, hungry, they let you know. They are also one of the most hard-working and willing to please animals. All that just to say that I am seriously missing my horses. In a usual year I ride from March until right before hunting season at the end of November. I have discovered that it is sooo not a good idea to take a brown colored animal out in the northwoods when you have a bunch of liquiored up, testosterone filled, rednecks with loaded weopons running around the woods.

This year of course riding is out. It was one of the first things that popped into my head when I found out I was pregnant. Being me and living my life largely in denial I thought, well maybe I could ride up until May. I’ll do the math for you, that would have made me 7 months pregnant obviously not an option. What’s worse and what I didn’t fully grasp in the beginning was not only couldn’t I ride I also can’t work with them. I’m so big and slow that I can’t get out of their way quick enough when I need to. I discovered that the hard way, luckily with no ill effects. My daughters have been riding of course and every time they leave I fell like a cranky toddler wanting to throw a temper tantrum. I do realize how “mature” that sounds. this is them leaving the other day.   I left out the picture of me crying and stamping my foot. 

Isn't she gorgeous?!

This is my mare.

We’ve been through a lot together. I got her shortly after my divorce and she kept me sane as well as off medication. We’ve spend countless hours together. She’s an excellent listener, sweet, affectionate, and can also be a little “spirited”.  This is a trait I truly admire. She has broken my finger, cracked my ribs and turned me a shade of black that I didn’t know the human body could achieve. Most of those incidences were my fault because I failed to pay close enough attention to her signals. This is her watching the girls leave on their ride. And since we have a near telepathic sense of communication I’ll roughly translate what it is she’s thinking. It goes something like this.” If you were going to get yourself knocked up, you shameless hussy, the least you could’ve done was plan it around our riding season.”I told you they were honest.

A Simple Blanket

I have been feeling on the whole quite productive lately. That productivity has been largely centered around knitting, dyeing, and keeping my Etsy site not only running but adding new yarns as well as updating the appearance. I have also managed to keep my family fed, the laundry done, and the house basically clean and organized.  I consider this a herculean feat since I can barely breath and I haven’t seen my feet in about 3 months.

I started a very simple baby blanket for our wee one about 2 & 1/2 months ago. (I never claimed to be fast) Just something to work on when I need a no brainer type of project. Apparently you needed more of a brain than I actually thought because when I bound it off I had the sinking feeling that all was not quite right.  This is what it looks like:

It should look closer to this, plus an edging:

This is the blanket folded in half

Now I ask you what the heck am I supposed to do with a blanket that looks like that? I explored every possibility and the only option I can come up with is to rip it out and redo the whole darn thing.  I do not have another 2 1/2 months left (thank the good Lord). So time is of the essence. I am consoling myself with the thought that 1). it’s July which means it’s relatively warm and 2). She’s a Wisconsin baby and dealing with the cold is part of life. So no time like the present to start adjusting.

I’ve had better luck with my soakers and finished the last one this morning. The solid green ones are made using Cascade 220 and the multi-colored are my hand painted Blue faced Leicester. I have to say I truly love this yarn, (and not because I dyed it) though that doesn’t hurt. I love it because it has a super soft feel and it actually shines.