Big & Lumpy
I started knitting a baby blanket for the Schweller fetus. I fought with the idea for a while. One reason for not knitting it/him a baby blanket was that if we were to have another child, I might not have the time to do the same, and the second child might feel hurt.
I told this to a friend and she suggested I was over-thinking this... a lot. Which is probably true.
My mind has been kind of useless lately. I have had trouble concentrating. I have been working on the same book for ages and have not made much progress. But I still have a nice amount of nervous energy.
I don't know if I ever posted a picture of the blanket I knitted for my nephew. My sister took a picture of the blanket this weekend, which included Jake. My heart melted a bit. Here they are:

What a cutie!
I gave up. On Saturday, I finally started the baby blanket with some extra yarn I had bought during a big sale at the yarn store this past summer. I am so doofy these days, I miscounted twice and completely messed up once and had to restart the beast three times already. I have had to un-knit entire rows twice already.
I'm sure our kid will not appreciate all my hard work.
In the elevator on Friday, a woman asked when I was due. I told her not until late May. She gave me a troubled look. I am pretty large-and-in-charge. I've been telling people that I'm precocious (between you and me, I'm up nearly 30 pounds already — which is mortifying).
I had Brian take another picture of me modeling a knick-knack. I don't look so bad in this picture. That's probably why I chose it. I've been very self-conscious about how big I've gotten. I have received multiple lectures about how this is not about me, it's about the baby, and I should stop caring so much about how big I've gotten or how lumpy and dumpy I look.
Still, it's very hard.
Here is a picture of me in our messy apartment posing with our diecast Gort figurine, which I love, but which Brian keeps trying to throw away.






