Unfortunately, these last few weeks haven't been the most productive of my knitting life: Baby hat #2 isn't finished, matching top not started. Yes, I'm disappointed but realistic enough to know that my current preferred position of child's-pose-over-big-silver-ball isn't the most conducive to knitting. But then maybe I'm not trying hard enough?
All of this non-knitting time is, however, leaving plenty of opportunity for mind games: Is Baby waiting for me to finish their hat before making an appearance? If I cover Son's cushions (yep, that ol' long-standing desire), will I then relax enough for labour to start? I can see the outline of my top of my rib cage: Has bump dropped, Baby changed position – or have I just not noticed it before? Is that a twinge or just wishful thinking? If I have one more mince pie, will the sugar rush keep Baby – and therefore me – awake most of the night? And is it worth it? Maybe I'll compromise and not have an extra sprinkling of icing sugar on top. (Yep, I know: Tis frightening what an intellectual void the lack of knitting has exposed!)
As I'm sure any woman in late pregnancy will tell you, this "no-man’s land" of the last days of bumpiness aren't a whole lot of fun: The uncertainty of when things will kick-off, plus any physical symptoms they're suffering, let alone the emotional fall-out (or maybe the latter is just me?). On top of this is the worrying general lack of interest in things yarn-related. It's sale time and how much yarn have I bought? None. How much have I even looked at? None. (Okay, that's not strictly true: Son and I admired some toy kits yesterday but we both knew that we weren't really interested.) It's as though all of Husband’s Christmas wishes have come at once.
But please don't despair; these thorns are not without their rose. In the last couple of days I have knit a corsage and, with the artistic input of my sister, it's quite possibly one of the nicest I've made. (Obviously I'll fuss over its presentation for a couple more days as I'd hate to have started and finished a task in 48 hours – especially when time is so limited!) Husband has also been very complimentary about the finished piece and has, again, suggested that I should explore extending this creative interest into a more profitable venture - although we've both agreed that "now" isn't the right time to take it any further than a thought. Actually, now is "quiet time" and forgive me, but I'm going to copy Son and curl up under a cosy cover, close my eyes and dream...And maybe even dream of Katherine the Entrepreneur.