Tuesday, February 28, 2012

Knit Nesting

Since mid-January, I’ve barely put my knitting needles down. In a month, I whipped up three baby cardigans, two diaper covers, a sleep sack, one-quarter of a blanket and nearly half a dress. The best thing about knitting baby things is the almost-instant gratification it provides as compared to knitting adult things (the poor sweater I started for Guillaume in November 2010 is barely half-way done).

But, my ravelry queue hasn’t been the only target of my crazy nesting tendencies. I’m also finding it hard to restrain myself from buying every cute baby outfit I come across, and I think that’s rubbing off on my friends and family, too. We’ve already been gifted a couple of adorable outfits and I know my sister’s not wasting any time amassing a sizeable stockpile of girly things. Clothes just look so much cuter in a mini version that it’s hard to resist the temptation to stock-up when given the chance.

We’ve also been thinking about how we’ll arrange our current living space to accommodate the new family member. When we started trying for a baby, we hadn’t expected to be so successful so soon. So, when we discovered we were pregnant, although we were mentally prepared, we hadn’t really thought about how having a baby might put us in a bit of a squeeze in our Paris-sized one-bedroom place. Although neither of us is really keen on having an entire nursery for a newborn, anyway, our current lack of storage space is forcing us to look for creative ways to accommodate baby’s belongings before we seek larger quarters after she’s born. It might sound ridiculous, but thinking about how we’ll arrange this and that here and there has been enough to keep me up at night. Thankfully, I know I still have lots of time to prepare and that’s what I keep reminding myself when I’m staring at the ceiling making a checklist in my head at 4 am.
 

Saturday, February 11, 2012

Bon week-end!


I'm taking it easy this weekend.  Knitting, baking and kicking my feet up.  It's been too long.  Happy weekend!




Thursday, February 9, 2012

On being (and feeling) pregnant

The paper-thin emotions that come with pregnancy have finally snuck up on me.  I find myself crying in my car while listening to a not-so-touching NPR piece; I get a lump in my throat reading through poop stories from new moms; and even thinking about future plans for our little family after our daughter is born has me balling my eyes out on the couch.  I’ve always been a little on the emotional side, but now instead of being moved by profound thoughts on life and death or stories of tragedy, little pieces of life affect me in a way they never did before.

All that emotion spattered with a random moodswing here and there has made me a pretty unstable pregnant lady.  It's not easy, but I try to keep my moodiness in check when I can and take in a few breaths or just keep my mouth shut when I know I might be tempted to fly off the handle or say something I don't really mean.  Luckily, life is really good at the moment.  Aside from a few, mostly work-related stresses and some lack of sleep, things are going really well for me.  I'm half-way through my pregnancy, and so far, no major incidents.  I have an unusual, constant pain and some numbness around my ribcage, but it's not uncommon and nothing I haven't been able to ignore or somehow deal with.

I will say, though, that I don't love being pregnant.  I'm usually pushing my body to the limits when I can, so giving up my physical autonomy and not being able to pick up my own luggage or move furniture by myself has not been easy.  And, I miss beer and eating food without being scrutinized by everyone and their mom on whether or not it's "good for the baby."  It doesn't help that my friends decided to open up an awesome bar with my favorite Belgian beer on tap right when I found out I was expecting, either.

But, I know I'm lucky that things are going as well as they are and I'm grateful for that.  All the little bits that I don't like about pregnancy could hardly mask the anticipation and excitement I'm feeling about meeting my little girl.  I hear expecting moms say this all the time, but never did I think I could grow such an attachment to someone I haven't met yet.  Every little thump she makes inside my belly makes me fall more in love with her, and I can't wait to finally hold her and look at her and tell her in person how special she is to me and Gui.

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At 21 weeks!