Knitting Time

Merino/silk. It's also superwash!

My knitting time these days is a precious commodity, actually any me time is in short supply.  So I’m trying to use what time I have to the utmost potential. Our weather has gone from quite warm to suddenly very cool.  I started a simple rolled brim stocking hat for the baby a couple of weeks ago from my hand painted merino/silk. I managed to get the knitting finished now all I need to do is add the embellishment and a tassel.

Since the hat used such a small amount of yarn I casted on for a pair of mittens. These are to cute for words and went really quickly. I especially like not having to put in thumbs, that is  my least favorite part of knitting mittens. Ashlyn wants me to make her a pair as well, I wonder if she would notice/mind if I skipped the thumbs on her pair. Probably.

Too cute!

I also started another soaker . I’ve never used these with my other children, but I have to say I absolutely love them. They hold in moisture and leaks but are still breathable. I’ve had two leaks so far with her and they were both in disposables. I’m using the Curly Purly Soaker pattern and my Blue faced leicester in dk weight. They recommend worsted weight (I have some of those too) but I’m finding no difference in their containment abilities. Maybe this will change as she grows, but she could be an Olympic contender in the urinating department.

When I finish the embellishments on the hat I’ll post the pattern.


Snippets of Time

2 1/2 weeks

Going home from the hospital

Our brains have a way of insulating us from unpleasant experiences from the past. We remember them but just not as vividly as when they were actually happening. I’ll give you a few examples:

1). Childbirth (this is still fresh in my mind). We all know it hurts, but our minds tend to blur the intensity of the pain and instead we remember the moment we first touched our babies.

2). Difficult financial times. Whether in college or just starting married life, we tend to laugh and describe how we had meat once a week, or we rode our bike everywhere we could to save gas,  or we had $50 for groceries not $50.01. It’s a lot funnier when we look back at it then when it was happening.

3). Life with a newborn.

This of course is the purpose of this post. I’ve had newborns before, I know they are time-consuming, but my mind played its tricks and I forgot just how much time goes into caring for a wee wonder.  I am breastfeeding. I think it is easier once it is established, which does take a little while, we aren’t there yet. At 3 weeks she is still eating, well almost constantly. I was joking the other day about our nursing chair having the imprint of my arse end, when I went to sit down at the next session I happened to glance down  and all joking aside there was a big ole imprint of my derriere. I’m trying to be all zen about how much time I’m spending in that chair. I know it is a temporary thing and she will grow very quickly and I will miss it, but when I see all the things I should/could be doing, well lets just say I doubt the Dalia Lama will be calling anytime soon.

Before Issy came I decided not to temporarily close my etsy shop, after all I had a little stock done ahead of time, I was trying for more but had a busy sales month in July. I’m not complaining:) Also not only would my two teenage girls be home, but my oldest daughter was staying for a week. I figured I had this covered. I can hear the Gods of  motherhood doubled over in laughter.  Since when do we ever have it “covered” ? Issy though a very good baby, doesn’t like to get to far away from the uhm.. food source. She likes constant contact when she is asleep. When she’s awake  she will sit in her wiggle chair as Craig calls it ( we thought her vibrator wasn’t exactly appropriate) or lay in her bassinet. This leaves precious little time to actually dye, take pictures, and post new colorways. So I’ve had to get creative. Cate my oldest daughter mad me a Moby wrap. This has been a life saver! Issy loves it and I get the use of my hands. When I dye I throw an apron on over it. I can do my computer work with two hands. Since my typing skills leave something to be desired two hands is a real plus.   So this is how life is at the moment. 5 minutes hear, 15 minutes there, it took me 7 hours to dye 5 skeins of yarn. Two of them where identical. This is a  stocking hat I started on Saturday for the baby, I should have it done by Christmas of 2011. It will never cease to amaze me how  lives can be so upturned by a wee being smaller than a watermelon, but so it is.

Isabelle Grace

Minutes old!

I realize it has been awhile since I have posted, but this time I have an excellent excuse. Isabelle Grace arrived on August 9 at 2:27 pm. ( that makes her birthday 8-9-10, kinda cool huh). She was 7lbs 6ozs.  We are all totally in love!! She was 8 days late, and I ended up having to be induced. I really wanted her to come on her own, but she had other ideas. We went in for the induction at 7:30 but by the time they started the Pitocin it was 9:00. From 9 until 1 they upped the pit every 20 minutes and although the contractions were somewhat stronger they were not much more than what I’d been having for the last 3 weeks.  My Dr. came back at 1 to break my water and I had dilated 1/2 a centimeter. I was a whopping 1 and 1/2 centimeters. I was getting a little scared, thinking my body may have forgotten how to do this, and I would end up having a c-section. I apparently had some cervical scaring (who knew there was such a thing?) so when she broke my water she did a little manual dilating. This was not as bad as it sounds. The contractions got extremely intense very quickly. With in 10 minutes I was in full-blown labor. At this point I just want to say that HOLY CRAP does that hurt. Some one needs to come up with a better system. Maybe an escape hatch or something. Since I hadn’t been dilating I thought they would check me and I’d be 4 centimeters, this was about the time I decided that an epidural was just about the best idea since Diary Queen.  The nurse checked and all hell broke loose. I realized I needed push, when I looked up again there were 8-10 people in the room (not one of which was my dr). And a very large spot light had descended from the ceiling. Now maybe it’s just me but what on earth do we need a light that big for? We are not cave diving here. But I digress, when I looked up again there was an OB Dr talking to me,  and I swear to God he looked like he was 12 years old. Not that I really cared at that point.  Any body who was able to catch was good enough. A couple of really good pushes later and she was out. My Dr. did end up making it for most of the delivery. Craig was absolutely wonderful! I couldn’t have asked for anything more. But everything happened so fast that by the time the girls got to the hospital she had arrived.

3 days old

It’s hard to remember how really small they are. Even her newborn things are large on her.  She nursed very quickly and has been a pro ever since. Our first  two nights were challenging to say the least. She slept a grand total of 2 hours. But it is getting better. The last 3 nights she’s slept 5 hours, which I think is fantastic for a baby who isn’t even 2 weeks old. I’m starting to feel like a functioning adult again. I was even able to get some hand dyeing done. Craig and the  girls have been absolutely fantastic about keeping everything clean and organized around the house. Which makes it feel like things are still running relatively smoothly, even when my participation is minimal. Every new mom should have this amount of help.

11 days old

Keeping busy

Well, it’s August. I’m still here, still hugely pregnant, and obviously no baby.  I went to the Dr. Friday and since I am measuring 42 weeks (it’s no wonder I can’t breathe) if I don’t have her by next Friday they will send me to labor and delivery and I will be induced. That is definitely not my ideal way to go but, having a nice healthy baby is the goal, so I will suck it up and go with the flow. We have all but decided on a name, to be announced when our little one makes her grand entrance.

All MIne!!!

In the mean time I spent yesterday dyeing yarn, and will be getting pictures today if the weather cooperates. I even dyed a skein for myself of that wonderful silk/merino yarn. I plan to make a bonnet for the baby for the fall/winter. I’ll have to find just the right pattern. My youngest Daughter helped with the dyeing,  so we got to spend some quality one on one time together. I always love having each of the kids on their own. Even the kids who are not kids anymore. This is something that has gotten a lot easier as they have gotten older. When they were all little it was a rare event. So I appreciate it all the more. I’m still amazed they actually want to spend time with me given their respective ages. (22, 18, 16, &12)

Craig,  Alexandra and Ashlyn   cut and stacked wood yesterday. I thought this more physical activity might help start my labor. I didn’t however take into account a few key elements of doing wood. A). You need actual shoes. that’s a bit of a problem. I not only can’t reach my feet, I don’t have shoes that fit. So I just wore my flip-flops. I knew I would hear some protesting, but since I have been a hormonal mess lately, I knew they wouldn’t say too much. B). I can’t bend down. this makes picking up the wood to either put it in the truck or in the splitter rather difficult, since it obviously doesn’t jump into your hands. And finally C). I settled on stacking the wood in the truck to be transported to the lean-to where we keep it. Hard to believe, but I miss calculated the girth of my belly. I couldn’t lean in far enough to actually stack the wood on the truck.  It was at this point that I gave up and went for a walk waddle. I now know that the reason my family didn’t give me too much grief on the whole wood thing was because, they had already figured out A, B, & C.

Today we decided to live dangerously, by tempting the labor Gods. We are finally laying our living room floor. We’ve had the flooring since the remodel this spring but one thing or another has kept us from getting to it, until now. Truthfully I think it would still be put on hold until the fall in favor of the millions of outside projects that need to be done, if Craig wasn’t feeling sorry for me. I’ll take what I can get at this point, I’m not proud.

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.