Because I've never done one, or, Glyn's asleep and I've got time to myself

Seven Deadly Sins meme:

WRATH
1. Who did you last get angry with?
- Uh, I guess that would be Peanut. I love her to pieces, but, my word, she can be infuriating at times!

2. What is your weapon of choice?
- Words can be handy, but my tiny attack dog is far more humiliating!

3. Would you hit a member of the opposite sex?
- I took a self-defence course when I was 14, and since then I've thought "Hells yeah! Bring on the smack!!" If warranted, of course.

4. How about of the same sex?
- Same story.

5. Who was the last person who got really angry at you?
- I think it must have been The Man. Must have been a long while ago, though.

6. What is your pet peeve?
- Bicyclists who ride the wrong way on one-way streets, or on the sidewalk, or roll through stop signs, thus nearly wiping me and my little daughter out. Grrr...

7. Do you keep grudges, or can you let them go easily?
- Not really. I more learn from previous experiences, and refuse to allow the same people to mistreat me in the future.

SLOTH
1. What is one thing you’re supposed to do daily that you don’t?
- Dishes. Or laundry. Or cleaning. And eating much. Peanut takes so much time.

2. What is the latest you’ve ever woken up?
- Recently: 8am. Ever: 4pm, the day after I arrived home from my student exchange trip to Seoul. I proceeded to eat 4 bowls of cereal. It was a weird, and very short, day.

4. What is the last lame excuse you made?
- Probably something about why I was late because of Peanut. She does complicate things.

5. Have you ever watched an infomercial all the way through?
- Definitely. Never getting that hour back, am I!

6. When was the last time you got in a good workout?
- Last night. Insanely, I'm dancing at the Highland Games Tattoo again this year. (Careful of that link: there's pipe music. And if you click on 'Tattoo' on the "Events" drop down, you'll see a blurry picture of dancers on the field. I'm in there.)

7. How many times did you hit the snooze button on your alarm clock today?
- My alarm clock is an 8lb infant, so, zero!

GLUTTONY
1. What is your overpriced yuppie beverage of choice?
- Venti Vanilla Non-fat Decaf Latte.

2. Meat eaters: white meat or dark meat??
- White, though I'm phasing chicken back out again.

3. What is the greatest amount of alcohol you’ve had in one sitting/outing/event?
-Um, I can't really remember. It started with "Scandinavian Lover"s, a drink my roommate made up involving peach puree, and then we had some wine, and a lot of beer...and the evening concluded with me smoking a cigarette. And I hate cigs.

4. Have you ever used a professional diet company?
- Nah.

5. Do you have an issue with your weight?
- 10 weeks post-partum, you bet my rather larger-than-I'd-like a$$.

6. Do you prefer sweets, salty foods, or spicy?
- Each in their own time, but crunchy-salty more than anything.

7. Have you ever looked at a small house pet or child and thought “lunch”?
- No. Committal? Absolutely!

LUST
1. How many people have you seen naked (not counting movies/family)?
- A handful by choice, a few by surprise.

2. How many people have seen YOU naked (not counting physicians/family)?
- Same by choice, but no surprises. :)

3. Have you ever caught yourself staring at the chest/crotch of a member of the opposite gender during a normal conversation?
- Yep, it was weird.

4. Have you ever kissed two people in one night?
- I think so...but who can remember!

5. What is your favorite body part on a person of your gender of choice?
- I was on the swim team in high school. I'm still a sucker for good shoulders and back.

6. Have you ever been propositioned by a prostitute?
- By a prostitute? No. By a beat up drunk in a market in Seoul? Yes.

GREED
1. How many credit cards do you own?
- One, prepaid.

2. What’s your guilty pleasure store?
- MAC. I like to feel pretty. :)

3. Would you rather be rich, or famous?
- Depends. If it was fame for singing, fame, otherwise, fewer worries about money would be fabulous.

4. Would you accept a boring job if it meant you would make megabucks?
- Only if it wasn't soul-sucking.

5. Have you ever stolen anything?
- Nope, though I mistakenly walked out of a grocery store with two sweet potatoes once. I went back and paid for them.

6. How many MP3s are on your hard drive?
- If I could figure out how to get iTunes to count them, I'd tell you. About a bazillion, though.

PRIDE
1. What’s one thing you have done that you’re most proud of?
- I'd say Peanut, but I'm more proud of her, so I suppose it's been the opera role I had last year. I think I was a pretty cool Papagena.

2. What one thing have you done that your parents are most proud of?
- Peanut. My mother is over the moon for this child!

3. What things would you like to accomplish in your life?
- Finish my BHum (finally) and then go on to grad school. Maybe end up writing or with a professorship.

4. Do you get annoyed by coming in second place?
- Only if I know that I could have tried harder or done more.

5. Have you ever entered a contest of skill, knowing you were of much higher skill than all the other competitors?
- Not ahead of time, though I discovered as the audition began that I was a shoe-in.

6. Have you ever cheated on something to get a higher score?
- I may have had a little extra *help* once or twice in my senior math courses.

7. What did you do today that you’re proud of?
- I got Peanut to take a nap. That alone is an accomplishment. This child does not sleep.

ENVY
1. What item (or person) of your friends would you most want to have for your own?
- Our friends have a pretty red laptop...and this one is about to kick it, pretty new one would be nice.

2. Who would you want to go on “Trading Spaces” with?
- Our friends K&M

3. If you could be anyone else in the world, who would you be?
- One of the more reasonable professional singers. Maybe Emma Kirkby: she's so talented and lovely and British!

4. Have you ever been cheated on?
- Yeah, but that was years and boyfriends and lifetimes ago! Hardly seems to matter, now.

5. Have you ever wished you had a physical feature different from your own?
- I'd like a better jawline. And about 20 lbs less. Grr...baby-weight.

6. What inborn trait do you see in others that you wish you had for yourself?
- Less anxiety. I'd love to just know and believe that things will be alright, whatever the concern.

It's coming, or, Just wait!

I have been knitting, truly. Knitting content as soon as I have photos!

I know what I said, or, How She Arrived

I worked my final day of work before beginning maternity leave on May 16. It was a nice day, with a staff lunch to see me off. The Man and I began the necessary pre-baby-arrival running around the next day: we checked out some local antique/random old stuff shops to see if we could find a chest of drawers cheap (we couldn't) but did find a new unfinished one that was a decent price. We picked up some paint for the baby's room and for the chest of drawers, and then picked up some baby clothes so that the little one would have something to wear. It was a busy day, but productive, and left me feeling far more relaxed, knowing that we had begun the final preparations for the baby.

The next day we went to church as usual, and then I had opera practice. Several of my friends there told my belly, very emphatically, not to make any grand entrances until after the opera show on the 7th of June, or to be born the very next day, so that I'd have recovery time before the performance. We laughed. I spent a good 20 minutes with the musical director, accompanist, and one of the more accomplished performers trying to find the right physical space to sing my very challenging solo, what with there being a small human being occupying much of the space I usually have available for my lungs while singing. As rehearsal ended, I felt very confident about how my solo would go.

The Man picked up at practice at 3:30. I got in the car, thinking "I should probably have gone to the bathroom before getting in the car" and immediately lost *some* sort of fluid. I grabbed a grocery bag (The Man had gotten a few things) and sat on it for the ride home. I assumed that it was just a little late pregnancy incontinence due to standing for a few hours with a person sitting on my bladder, and went about my evening, same as always. We joked, though, on our drive home: "Wouldn't it be funny if my water just broke and I'm in labour and I were to show up at practice next week with a baby!" I stayed up a little later than I normally would because, hey, the next day was Victoria Day, and a holiday, and I didn't have to go to work for the next year, so I wasn't asleep until after 12am.

I woke at 5am, feeling like I was losing fluid again. I hurried to the bathroom. A few minutes later, after changing, I started to get back into bed. As I lowered myself onto the bed, I felt another loss of fluid, this time much, much larger, and ran back to the bathroom. Once there, it was apparent that, whatever the fluid was - and I still wasn't convinced that I wasn't just peeing myself repeatedly - I had no control over it, and it wasn't stopping any time soon. Somehow, I felt mildly embarrassed, still thinking that I was just incontinent, and also not wanting to wake The Man as he was still asleep. A few minutes later, around 5:15am, I noticed that I felt very crampy, low in my abdomen, as though I had painful gas. I thought, "Great: now I'm peeing myself and I'm constipated. That's just fantastic." The cramps hurt quite a bit, and were getting worse, and I thought, "What a lightweight am I?! How am I ever going to get through labour if I can't handle a few little gas cramps?!" What struck me as odd, though, was that these cramps seemed to be rather rhythmic in nature. We have a clock on the bathroom wall, so I started watching the clock, and noticed that they seemed to start every 4 minutes or so, and seemed to be getting stronger with time, also. Hmmm...

Sometime just after 6, I started calling for The Man. A few hollers, and then I'd sent him out to pick up some incontinence pads. About a half-hour later he was back, and I crawled back into bed, and curled up on my side to try and go back to sleep, while rocking back and forth through the cramps. I managed to sleep until just after 7am. When I woke, the cramps were still happening, and still getting stronger, so I used the stopwatch on my mobile phone to time them, and they were all between 3 and 5 minutes apart. I decided to call my midwife. I explained to her what had been happening that morning, and that I suspected it might just be incontinence and constipation - such a flattering combination - and she said she certainly hoped I wasn't in labour, since I wasn't yet to term. She told me she'd get up (I had woken her) and grab some food, and then would be over at our place in a few hours. I told her there was no rush: it was probably a false alarm, after all.




A while later, I decided to have a shower, because I was starting to strongly suspect that this was not, in fact, a false alarm, and I knew that I would want to have had a shower. I stood in the shower for a good twenty minutes. The water felt so good, and the repeated surging pains kept stopping me mid-shampoo, mid-soap, mid-rinse. I donned some comfy clothes and went downstairs to the living room. I ended up sitting on the floor while The Man sat on our chaise lounge, I resting my forehead against his knees, breathing slowly. Over the course of the next 45 minutes or so, I had only three or four cramps, as I was still thinking of them, as I did not want to allow myself to believe that I was in labour, if only because learning later that I was not would prove disappointing.

Diane, our midwife, arrived between 10 and 11. The Man greeted her at the door, and I heard her ask him "How far apart are the cramps?" and him reply "About 10 to 15 minutes" as they had been for the better part of an hour, by then. She made a surprised sound, and came into the living room, where I was still on the floor, and breathing through another "Thing" as I'd been calling them. She looked down at me, cocked her head with a mildly confused look on her face, and said, "So: what's going on here?" Due to my nonchalance on the phone earlier, I think the sight of me must have been rather a surprise. I sort of chuckled, and replied, "I'm not exactly sure! You tell me!" She sat down on the chaise, and asked me about what had happened that morning, and what I was feeling. In the midst of talking to her, another wave came on, and I stopped speaking to breathe and compose myself.
"Well, that looked like a contraction!" she said.
"Oh! Did it?" I asked her.
"Oh, yes," she told me. We tested the fluid and it was definitely amniotic fluid, and I was most assuredly in labour. I proceeded to begin having contractions about 2 minutes apart, at which point she looked at The Man and said, "Alright, I think we should get to the hospital now." He had, during this time, been dutifully putting together a bag with clothes and toiletries. I called my mother so that she could come dog-sit for us. When her boyfriend, Poppy, answered the phone, I told him I was in labour. "What?!!" he exclaimed. He handed the phone to my mother who then exclaimed, "You're kidding!!!" I had three contractions in the space of that very short conversation, which cemented the necessity of getting to the hospital as soon as possible, so The Man brought the car around, and we made our way to the only hospital in the city which grants delivery privileges to midwives.

Ever since I had entered active labour I had been worried that I was going to be sick. As soon as we reached the hospital and I was out of the car, I relaxed because now, if I was ill, I didn't have to worry about cleaning up our rental carpet or leased car interior! We slowly worked our way into the hospital. It was largely deserted due to it being a holiday Monday, and the staff were...not the best hospital staff I have encountered. Still, I didn't care very much since our plan was to have as little contact with them as possible, ours being a midwife-assisted birth and all. Diane had arrived before we had, and she showed us into the examination room we had been assigned. She had, during the drive, been calling Gen, our doula, who had been a midwife student of Diane's, to tell her to come to the hospital. I was worried that because we were a month early, and it was a long weekend, that she might be out of town, but she arrived just as we were getting into the exam room.

I still hadn't had my dilation checked at this point. Diane and Gen helped me onto the bed while The Man went to properly park the car and get me registered with the hospital. Diane hooked me up to a monitor to get an idea of what the contractions were doing, and they were certainly good, strong contractions. Diane did the internal exam between contractions. I watched her face as she mentally gauged my dilation, saying "Ok, you're 6...7...8...we'll call that full!" She looked quite surprised, as I went from 6 cm to fully dilated in a matter of seconds! We all laughed a little, and I felt relieved that this was truly happening, and excited and a little nervous, knowing that our baby was really arriving that very day!

We were moved into a delivery room (by all accounts the worst one in the hospital) and my mum arrived to pick up the key to our house so that she could get Wembley. She didn't stay long, but it was nice to see her for a minute and then get down to business, as labour began to move along rather rapidly. Gen was an absolute godsend, rubbing my back and applying counter-pressure precisely how I needed it. She also spoke the encouragement and reassurance that I needed in my ear. When I was putting too much energy into the muscles in my face, she would gently stroke my forehead and remind me to relax my face and allow the labour to progress as it needed to, just as I needed. She and I had discussed a month earlier the way I envisioned my labour unfolding, and the sorts of relaxation techniques I wanted to employ. She and I both feel strongly about breath and using breathing for pain relief and energy, so she helped me remember to breathe as I had planned, intentionally and calmly. The Man rubbed my scalp - something I always love - and held my hands or rubbed my arms through the contractions, as they got heavier and more intense.




Throughout the day, sitting had felt uncomfortable. I think I must have been just very aware of Peanut's head as it dropped further and further, so instead, I stood and leaned. At home I leaned on the counter in the bathroom or the back of the chaise; at the hospital, we raised the bed in the delivery room and I leaned on a pile of pillows.

I recall saying to Gen, "I can't do this, I'm just too tired" and really wishing I had gotten a better night's sleep! I was also still very sure that I'd be sick, so I was labouring while hugging a metal bedpan, which was blissfully cool for my warm face. Very shortly after saying that I couldn't go on, I said, almost in a whisper, "I think I want to push." Strangely, I never felt the overwhelming need to push so many women describe. It was more just that I slowly felt that pushing was something I could now do, and once started, as Peanut moved further down and I could feel her more and more, I wanted to get her out!!

Here are my midwife's notes from the birth, since the entire thing is a hazey, dreamy memory to me, without time or much form:

13:42 - Darlene pushing
13:46 - Head visible with contraction
13:50 - Darlene moves to bed on hands and knees (I had been standing and leaning on the bed up to this point. We lowered the bed, and raised the head up almost vertical and I knelt, hanging onto the back of the bed)
13:56 - Head visible between contractions
13:57 - Head
13:57 - Baby born

And suddenly I felt back in my body again, after feeling very much apart and away during the active stages of labour. Diane said, "Let's let the parents see what we have!" And I turned around, since Peanut was behind me, and said "Is it a girl?" I was fairly certain I was seeing girl-parts, but didn't trust myself after all the craziness of delivery. And it was, and we call her Glynis.



And she's perfect.

Moving forward, or, a quick catch-up*

Wow, so much has happened. By the same token, almost nothing has happened. I think that is sort of the nature of having a newborn: my days are both incredibly busy and incredibly boring and incredibly fascinating. It's odd.

I've been working on Peanut's birth story when I have time (read: hardly at all) but it's coming out awfully long. It might bore the pants off just about anyone but me and immediate family. Suffice it to say, she arrived on May 19, 2008 at 1:57, 29 days before her due date. She weighed 2505 grams, or 5lbs 8oz; much smaller than a typical newborn, but was of entirely average length (about 51 cm). Labour was fairly quick, and I was successful in avoiding any medical intervention at all, though I did have to wear a monitor because she was early, and needed antibiotics because my Group B Strep test hadn't yet been done. Still, I was entirely satisfied - thrilled, even - by the progress of my labour. My midwives and doula were, quite frankly, amazing, and The Man did a great job of both being supportive and staying quiet when I needed him to be so.

We had some trouble getting her fed, though. Peanut had trouble latching on, so she wasn't getting much to eat at all in that first week. Her weight plummeted. Still, she was healthy looking and of robust energy, so it was hard to worry as much as the midwives seemed to do. We rented an electric pump, I started taking herbs for supply, and we started working towards getting her weight up, and breastfeeding working. Eventually, I began prescription domperidone as well.

Slowly but surely, things have been improving. There have been days when I thought I would be hooked up to a pump forever. There have been days when I have been utterly convinced that I would have to switch her to formula, and I have wept. There have been days when I have been so sore from her refusal to open her mouth and latch well, and so exhausted and frustrated by all this trial, that I have been this close to just throwing in the towel and giving up entirely.

Last week, in desperation for a magic fix, my mother - an angel of a woman! - drove Peanut and I down to Toronto to meet Dr. Jack Newman, the North American breastfeeding guru. He wrote the book - several, in fact - on breastfeeding problems and solutions. He truly cares about women and babies, and assists them with real dignity, respect, a relaxed attitude, and humour. Meeting him was great, and the consultants at his clinic were certainly very helpful. There is no magic wand, and we continued to struggle a little after that, but at least I had been told that what I was doing was very close to ideal, and that there was no need to worry about how Peanut was eating. She's doing alright, they said. It was just what I needed to hear, and made the trip totally worthwhile. Plus, we got a quick visit with my great aunt and uncle, my grandmother's only living sibling out of the eleven. And my aunt made Peanut a diaper cake!

About three days ago, three days after our visit, something clicked. She gets it!! She's opening well, and latching painlessly (for me!) and eating really well. So well is she eating that she has gained between 40 and 50 grams (that's between 1 1/2 and 1 3/4 oz for you non-metrics) per day since our visit to Toronto! I'm thrilled, and now no longer dread feedings because of the pain and frustration accompanying them.

So tomorrow we say goodbye to the pump which has occupied a spot on a wooden chair next to the couch since May 23. I will be happily returning it to the LC who rented it to us, and Peanut and I will continue on as we have been for the past week, pump-free. Hopefully, someday soon I will be able to get off the domperidone, but even if I have to stay on it indefinitely, so be it. It's a small price to pay for being able to feed my daughter the way I want.



And she's smiling! Not always, and not regularly, but about once a day she'll give me a giant, open-mouthed, face-illuminating smile! She's also taken to grinning quite regularly, and just generally looking amused and happy. We must be doing something right with her!

*ok, so not so quick, but considering she's over 8 weeks old, it's pretty quick!

New hobby, or, bragging!

There has been virtually no knitting (Glyn's "Home From The Hospital" sweater is still on needles, which is fine since she's still under 7 lbs so it wouldn't fit her yet anyway) but there has been baby-ing!


I'll get back to regular blogging with actual knitting material someday...I hope....

New, or, Back

I've been missing for the past two weeks. Here's why:

Our Lil' P'nut, Glynis, was born May 19 at 1:58. She was in a hurry to get life started, arriving precisely four weeks early, and very nearly skipping early labour altogether.

I'll put together a birth story within the next few days, I hope, while The Man is still of on his Parental Leave. After that, he goes back to work, and I'm on my own. Ack!

WIP, or, big

My ongoing WIP. I can't wait to see how it turns out. :)

No way, or, Cr@p!

As of tomorrow, I am 35 weeks pregnant. 35 weeks...good lord, that is a long time! And I'm not even done yet! So far, it has been uneventful and generally fine and enjoyable. Ok, the first three months can pretty much bite me, but I wasn't even a pukey mess, just icky feeling and very tired. Since then it's been smooth sailing: moderate weight gain, nothing weird or concerning, and nice, really low blood pressure. Until last week. On Thursday, at my midwife appointment, my diastolic was over 70. Huh. Usually I'm around the mid-50's, so that seemed odd. Then my feet started to swell. They went from totally normal looking - I have pretty boney feet - to big and poofy in a matter of a few hours. And my legs were tingling. The next day, Friday, I had a headache by the afternoon, and the skin all over my body - head, face, arms, back, legs - was prickly. And I felt pretty much like cr@p. I called the midwives (how awesome is it to have midwives! They're so attentive!) and it was concluded that we should get my bp checked, just to be safe, so that evening, the on-call midwife came to our house and checked me out. My blood pressure was now 120/84. Not the end of the world, she assured me, but since it was higher than usual for me, it was worth keeping an eye on.

This morning, I had another appointment (sometimes it's hard to schedule them actually seven days apart) and my blood pressure was now 136/86. First thing in the morning, before even going into work, my bp was worse than at the end of the long, stressful week last week. My midwife told me she wants me taking rest breaks during the day and to stop working as soon as possible so that I can take it easy: really easy. Ugh.

Stressing about my blood pressure, and stressing about stressing are certainly not going to help matters, so now I have to find some way to cool. the hell. down. Even though work is a mess. Even though my replacement doesn't know everything he needs to know. Even though I really don't know what sort of job I'll be coming back to. Even though I may actually be getting screwed on vacation days because the whole administration is such a mess. Even though I don't even want to go back after my year is up because I don't really care for my job as it stands now, and I really don't want to put a toddler in 40 hour/week daycare, but there's no other way for us to make ends meet.

I have a bunch of lectures given by Thich Nhat Hanh, the Vietnamese Zen Buddhist master on my ipod. He has this great voice, and speaks about being zen in a, well, very zen way. I'm going to listen to those, I'm going to relax in a bath, I'm going to start swimming, I'm going to spend more time with my feet up, knitting, and I am not going to worry about how work is going to turn out. And the opera; yeah, let's not even think about that one. It's a mad-house. But I can't worry about it. I need to prioritize, like a parent should.

Still Wednesday, or, I promised!

The sock-yarn baby cardi! It has a sleeve-cap! It's turning out pretty well, so far. I'm still not entirely sure just exactly what size of baby this will fit, though this kiddo is starting to feel pretty big, so maybe my worries that it will be too large for a newborn are unfounded! What I'm really liking about the smocking stitch pattern is how stretchy it is (it's really just a 2x2 rib with a wrap every four rows). As baby gets grows, the body of the sweater will get shorter, but it will expand around because of the stitch pattern. I just need to make the sleeves accommodate extra length...but I have a plan! You'll see...once it's done...in a few weeks.

New post, or, WIPing along

I do have material for a WIP Wednesday post, for reals! Had I remembered to actually photograph said WIP, you'd be looking at it here, but I carry a brain-sucker, so no such luck. It's pretty cool, and I'm becoming very proud of it - since it looks like it's actually going to turn out well! - but you will just have to wait.

More to come this evening!

Oh, boo, or, Rain

Quite in keeping with the season, but still rather drab and grey. I actually quite like rainy days...at home, with a cup of something hot and my puppy and some knitting. Instead, I am in my office, pretending to work, chilly because the a/c is too cold, fighting the urge to sleep. How many weeks left before I get to stop coming in? I think about three (just checked my calendar in Outlook: maybe two!!) and not a moment too soon.

Completely unrelatedly: how is it that I keep hearing about pets getting into mouse and rat poison? Not bait, laid out to get the little critters, but boxes of the stuff? We had to take Wembley to the doggie Urgent Care when she was just a baby: she'd jumped off The Man's lap and bonked her knee into the floor, and was refusing to walk a day later. Very worrisome, though she was absolutely fine, it turned out. Just a wuss. Anyway, while we were there, a family brought in their little dog who had eaten rat bane up at the cottage. And just today, I read about some dogs getting into mouse poison. I can't imagine keeping poison in my possession, period (but I'll grant you, I have never lived with a mouse or rat infestation, so I can't truly appreciate what that must be like) but I particularly cannot fathom keeping poison accessible to little animals who are not the intended victims. Maybe the ease with which such deadly chemicals can be purchased, and in highly secure containers like cardboard boxes (I always like to keep my deadly chemicals in the equivalent of a cereal box, don't you?) contributes to a general forgetting of just exactly what these chemicals actually do. It isn't pretty. And it's not for puppies.

Cotton baby, or, Tiny Fan

About a month ago, The Man and I were over at my Mum's for dinner and she told us she had something for us. She had knit our little Bean this tiny outfit! It's knit out of Bernat Cottontots, and so soft!! I've thought it felt awfully nice in the skein when I've seen it at Michael's, but wasn't sure what it would look like knitted up. Well, it's lovely knit up, and just as soft as it's seemed skeined up.

The Man is a huge - HUGE - Seahawks fan, so Mum embroidered a logo on the cap, since he is adamant that our kids will be football fans, too. It isn't that he'll insist, just that they naturally will. Regardless, the jacket and bottoms are beautiful and so very soft.

I can't wait to see them on a little person.

Another one bites the dust, or, *sigh*

I never actually bought or knit anything from The Garter Belt, but I did enjoy seeing the different selection of patterns on their site. I find that - even of e-zines whose designs don't necessarily appeal to me - seeing the variety of possibilities involving fibre and two sticks is inspiring in and of itself. It is unfortunate, then, that The Garter Belt is no longer on the net.

Such a strange month, seeing the demise of Magknits, and now The Garter Belt, two rather long-standing online knitting mags and pattern sites. Still, few people can afford to leave their full-time job to devote all their time to an online publication; most sites are labours of love and devotion, not particularly money-making ventures, so who, then, could honestly blame anyone for choosing to discontinue a site if the time needed to maintain it is simply no longer available?*

Sadly, I remove The Garter Belt link from my sidebar, while wondering what online knitting site will next garner our interest and our favour.

*I have not heard/read any blame associated with the sad demise of The Garter Belt, which is nice and quite refreshing; all the ladies involved in keeping The Garter Belt on the net seem like truly lovely people, so I'm relieved that there seems to be no animus associated with the site or its being shut down.*

Grrr, or, Now why did I do that again?

If you look at any of the images in my posts, you will notice that the text butts right up to the 1 pixel border on the inserted images. For some reason, some time last year, I altered the coding of my site to make it do this (why, I have no idea, because I've never really liked it). Now I want to add a little space, and cannot, for the life of me, recall what I initially changed to make it look like this. Anyone have any ideas?

Examination, or, All Checked Out

Wembley went to the vet today! She hadn't been in, um, awhile. *lowers head in shame* Yes, we were a little negligent for the last year and a half, but she's been perfectly healthy, so, all things considered, it wasn't too bad. She was weighed (just over 10 1/2 lbs) and fawned over by the techs and assistants and the vet. Everyone loved her. And she was so well behaved! She was quiet and happy and co-operative; it was a little like how it must be to have a "good" dog! The vet told us she has very bad tartar on her teeth (which we'd noticed) and told us to use an electric toothbrush on her, which should be...interesting. Maybe I'll set up the camera to get it on video: I'm sure it will make for hilarious viewing, particularly for the cat owners!

The vet commented several times on what a good job we had done with her in regards to her temperament and her behaviour, and we sort of looked at each other and thought: "Huh??" The next time she gets obnoxious or loud, I'll have to remind myself that I haven't actually totally failed to raise my puppy properly. The vet referred to her as being of a fairly "bossy" breed, so I think the fact that we have as much control as we do must be rather an accomplishment!

She got her shots, and her heartworm meds for this year, and we got all the information on having her spayed, because no, we haven't had her scooped out yet. She's very much an indoor dog who gets all her real exercise tearing around the house, so the opportunity for accidental puppies to happen would be pretty limited, and next to impossible. Still, we definitely want to have her done. Not cheap!! But then, if we wanted a cheap pet, we would have gotten a goldfish. Maybe a gerbil. But you can't do this with a goldfish.

Advantages, or, Rotund

Yesterday afternoon, The Man was in a rush to get to a dinner meeting for this youth group thing he helps out, and asked me if I could walk the dog. Then he rephrased, and asked if I was physically capable of walking the dog. "I mean," he says, "could you pick up poop?" And I stopped and thought about it, and realised that, yeah, actually, that might be a little difficult now. When we had a foot of snow on the ground, and she was climbing up snowbanks (as she loves to do) it was no trouble, but now...it would certainly be tougher! I could, but since it's so much easier for him, I let him have that privilege. :)

If you can't use a giant preggo belly to get out of scooping poop, there's something wrong with the world!

A little update, or, thoughts?

A few formatting changes to the blog. Whaddaya think?

Soft, or, More baby content!

More baby stuff. The local fabric chain (it's a land of fabric!) is having a giant anniversary sale, so I decided that it would be wise to start picking up fabric for zee behbeh. On the left we have three flannelettes, in one-metre squares each for receiving/swaddling/burping blankets: a very soft and very lovely space-dyed fabric in blues and greens (The Man's choice), a nice cream with funky spots in blues and browns, and a chartreuse, cheeky monkey print! On the right we have bedding fabrics/fabric for the baby's room: a heavier-than-average quilting cotton in brown with a turquoise dot, and a finer quilting cotton in chartreuse with brown 'trees' (I think they're tree-like) and squiggles, and white and turquoise swirls. So pretty!! And they match unbelievably well, too. I got the brown and turquoise dotted fabric for about $2 a metre, so I bought 7 m of it! That should be ample material for crib, a fabric-covered pin-board, and possibly a diaper bag (I have a design hatching in my brain, and it is awesome!).

If you're thinking that you can guess what we're having based on the colour scheme, guess again. We have no idea, and we aren't finding out until this kid is out, either! I like the gender-neutralness of the fabrics: I don't want to impose my own uber-girliness on a daughter just because she happens to have the same sort of parts as I have (and truly, I can be pretty girly).

Leftovers, or, Tiny

After making the BIL's kilt hose last summer, I had some leftover sock yarn. I thought, what lovelier stuff to use for a baby sweater than nice, soft, sock yarn? I adored the smocking stitch I had used for the cuff of his hose, so I did some quick math and cast on. This will be a little cardi, knit flat in one piece from the bottom up. I've just reached the split between back and fronts, and I've also run out of yarn, so the project is just waiting for me to get back out to the shop to buy another two balls of it. Obviously, the same dye-lot being found is a virtual impossibility, so I'm going to switch to a nice, soft, mushroomy shade for the upper body and upper arms, so that the switch in dye-lots for the lower arms won't be so noticeable. Hopefully, this will actually be done before the Bean arrives. Also, I hope it fits; I have the sneaking suspicion that it is a little large for a newborn, but I have some ideas that may allow me to adjust the size for a smaller or larger Bean.

I'm gone for four months and then I post a novel...what can I say: I'm wacky.

Betcha thought I'd been abducted by aliens or something, huh?

Nope, still very much alive. Too much, perhaps, which caused the loss of the blogging mojo, as well as the knitting mojo, and also the general loss of my intelligence. Very frustrating, all, I tell you.

So, since it's been....roughly four months since my last real post, I have a little catching up to do. I won't bore you with crazy details, because, frankly, I'm lucky if anyone at all is interested in reading this at this point! In chronological order of occurrence:

- I'm pregnant. Well and truly at this point, as I'm just over 31 weeks. Great big belly, constant need to pee, back aches and all the fun of pregnancy. The first three months weren't particularly fun, the second three months simply flew by, and now I'm at the stage of just really, really wanting to not be at work and stay home and do house-readying, nesting things. How domestic. Gag me with a spoon! :D

- We moved! Thank heavens! The burbs were driving me bananas. Between the crazy people next door, and the crazy people next door to them, it was...crazy. Sure, I actually see more craziness now that we're downtown, but I don't find it objectionable to see people who have honest-to-goodness mental health concerns making their way in the world. The woman we lived next to out in the burbs, however, has no excuse for her behaviour. She's just a nutter by choice. And mean. And creeeeeepy.

- The Man has another job! And it's a permanent, not-on-contract, salaried position, walking distance from home. We park the car on the street and leave it there for days at a time! It's awesome! He's really enjoying it, too: he's a recruiter for an IT recruitment firm, placing people in positions with the federal government. It's quite a weight off both of us, knowing that he has a good job that he enjoys and in which he seems to be thriving before the baby makes his or her grand entrance.

- Work is changing. After the organization moved from Toronto to Ottawa there were some significant changes in personnel, as is to be expected whenever an office moves between cities over 5 hours away from each other. Recently our two primary administrative staff have both either stepped down or are in the process of stepping down. The changes are positive and good, and I'm very happy for both of them as they move on to new things, and in one case, gets to stop commuting every other week to room with friends, but it does mean a lot of change for us at work. It's actually pretty exciting, seeing that things are going to change a bit and watching the organization grow. What that means for me is pretty exciting, as well; with the personnel changes have come some alteration in the distribution of responsibilities, allowing me to take on more tasks that I'll really enjoy, and drop a few that I haven't been particularly enjoying (what the heck was a former religion and philosophy student doing running a database?!). So I'll go on maternity leave next month, leaving my job to somebody new (we're interviewing candidates this week!) and come back to a new job, with different responsibilities and...an office! I get walls and a kid in the course of 12 months! Awesome! I have a new boss, as well, and she is, quite simply, fantastic. I'm a very big fan of hers (she's the one who's getting me out of a cubicle and amongst proper walls, too)!

I mentioned that I lost my knitting mojo in addition to my blogging mojo. I truly did. I was commuting by bus for almost two hours each day during the first 4 months of this pregnancy, and the bus ride alone was almost enough to make me ill most days; since that was my primary knitting time, I saw a real drop off in the amount of knitting time I got in any given week. Plus, then I started going to bed around 8:30 every night, so there was pretty much no knitting happening for the first few months. In the past few months I've been back to knitting again, but until very recently there was no sunlight! Every day was cloudy or snowing. Quite depressing, and made for absolutely no good photo-taking. The upshot is that I don't have any knitting shots for you. I did, however, spend some time today looking at some splendidly shot blogs, with alarmingly beautiful photos, so I'm feeling very inspired to plaster this space with pretty pictures of...anything! I have one little thing in the works worth seeing, so look for it very soon. In the meantime, just in case you forgot, I still have the cutest dog in, yes, the world.