Posted on 06/25/2008 by Andrea
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I always thought I'd knit like crazy during pregnancy (I mean, what better excuse to knit??) but the reality is that I've been far too tired to knit. I have to get a baby sweater done by the end of July for a baby shower I'm going to and I haven't even started it. Yikes. Gotta get on that.
So today I'm at 10 weeks, 2 days. The end of the first trimester is within sight and I'm glimpsing the hope that I'll soon have that energy I hear so much about. The energy that will make it possible for me to knit and set up a nursery and do all those things I'm supposed to (and need to!) get done before I have a baby in my life.
Till then, I'm still just trying to get through each day.
There are moments it's all worth it. Like this morning. We got to hear the baby's heartbeat for the first time. Our little Muppet's heartbeat sounded strong and sure: BOOMBOOMBOOMBOOMBOOM, racing along at 160 beats per minute. It was pretty amazing.
Posted on 06/19/2008 by Andrea
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This picture is from last week, when we were eight weeks pregnant. I think he/she/it is already pretty cute. But then I'm supremely biased.
Posted on 06/19/2008 by Andrea
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It's probably good that Mom posted the entry that she posted below. And if you haven't read it yet, you probably should before you continue reading this entry. It's funny.
Anyway, I seem to be running out of interesting way to share my news, so the news has gone unshared here. But Mom is forcing my hand. Well, played, Mom, well played.
Well, perhaps this will give you a hint. Or this.
Yes, a new era begins in the land of Pink Argyle (specifically, on or around January 19, 2009). And I think it's safe to say this new era will include a lot more baby knits.
Posted on 06/18/2008 by Barb
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Monday I was at a job location with some coworkers, all women. We’re all about the same age. We four were the advance crew, setting up for a project prior to the client’s arrival the next morning.
CR says something like, "I thought MG might come over and help set up … but I guess she’s just planning on showing up for lunch tomorrow, when the hard work is all done." (Now understand that this was all in good fun and we'd have carried on the same babble if she were standing right there ... and she'd be dishing it right back at us. She’s a stitch.)
“Oh, did you hear one of her girls is expecting, again?” asked SW.
CR said, “How many grandchildren does that make for her?”
“I don’t know but it's a bunch,” said ML.
"About a hundred and twelve, I think," chortled SW. She asked ML, “You have grandkids, don’t you?”
ML said, “Ya, from my husband’s side, not mine … but I still consider them mine. We have two.”
I’m saying nothing, nothing at all, just keeping quiet, staying on-task, doing what needs to get done through all of this idle chatter.
SW says, “You know, the three of us (referring to herself, CR and me) should have a contest to see which of us gets to be a grandma first.”
I stopped in mid-motion, turned around and looked from SW to CR to ML and back again. I could feel myself slowly turning color, on fire, exploding ... and I blurted out, in spite of clamping my hands tightly over my mouth … “I WIN!!! I WIN!!!”
Andrea, your turn ….
