Yeah. It took us over an hour to drive a commute that usually takes 20 min tops.
Finally the City sent out a memo that basically advised businesses to close… and at around 2:30 my boss sent everyone home.
Anyways! I was so bored on the way into work that I took a few pictures of the sock I’m working on:
It’s that Destination Yarn World Traveler colorway…
Not super thrilled with the way it’s pooling but I didn’t hate it enough to rip out and start over at a different gauge. I really, really like the color combo, though!
The pattern is my own… It’s just a basic pair of guy socks on size 1.5 needles that I started running a P2, K2, P2 down the sides of. I got bored of that pretty quickly and decided to move the ribbing over 1 stitch every 2 rows. It’s forming nifty X’s and I think it will transition nicely to the foot.
In other news we’re in the home stretch with this pregnancy thing…. And like the books said would happen a lot of my first trimester symptoms have come back. Especially the Tired. Oh the Tired. But it’s a different kindof tired… the best way I can explain it is that before my brain was tired and now my body is tired. If that even makes any sense. The nausea is here too but not nearly as bad as in the beginning – and (knock on a giant block of wood) there has been no puking. Heartburn so bad I feel it all the way up to the back of my eyeballs – but no puking.
Also according to one book Gizmo is now the size of a full grown duck:
Which is awesome.
33 weeks pregnant.
Also awesome? The boxes in the background are because we are finally getting the nursery together! Yay for shower gifts!
And I have to say that even with the return of the first trimester symptoms the third trimester is much funner than the early bit of this pregnancy was. For three reasons:
- The end is in sight.
- It is obvious that I’m pregnant now. So if I have a wave of nausea at work or if I’m not exactly my productive self one day people understand and don’t just think I’m a slacker. I was so worried about that in the beginning!
- This is the big one: I can feel the baby moving all the time. It’s a constant reminder that no matter how bad any of it gets it’s so very, very, very worth it.
It’s true! It’s true!
And whatever Slate says…
How many babies can fit inside one woman?
THIS pregnant lady can only fit one baby.
Also the twitter experiment is going swimmingly so far. If you want to follow me I’m Sourire11.
Have a great weekend, everyone!