I Dunno People....

Tonight at knitting night, I confessed I thought I might already be as big as I was at 39 weeks pregnant with Lizzie. I was promptly assured that I wasn't. I couldn't be THAT big yet. So, for those of you who haven't been keeping track, tomorrow I'll be 31 weeks. Here's a comparison shot.

Here I am tonight.

Two days before Lizzie was born 5 years ago.

While this baby might be carrying a bit lower tonight, I don't think there's a huge difference in size. Am I wrong?

Pubic Pain

My pubic bones are starting to hurt if I sit too long. It’s pretty common, and more so in second pregnancies. You know the feeling-like if you’ve rode on a tiny, hard bike seat for hours? Last night, as I lay in bed with a cold gel pack between my legs to forestall some of the pain, I had an epiphany. I just came up with the BEST name for a new topical pain reliever to help keep expectant moms comfortable.

ICY TWAT!

Scottish Kilt Wearers Barstool

Boy! Just look at all that hand carving and polishing!

The final frontier

Welcome to the third trimester. We are now 28 weeks, or 7 months pregnant. There are 12 weeks until blast off.

The other day I heard about an invention that just never quite took off in the 1970's... Apparently someone invented some sort of centrifugal device designed to spin the baby out. I'm imagining riding a turn table around and around, withe the speed being slowly turned up as my screams pitched to a higher and higher level. LOL!

Are we DONE yet?

Noob is 25 weeks 4 Days

As you can see, the timer (known to the uninitiated as a belly button) now sticks out. Shouldn't this mean this bird is ready to fly?

Nightmares

Ever since I read The Shipping News by Annie Proulx, I've had a desire to see Newfoundland. So, when I ran across some mention of Screech and discovered it was connected to the island, I was intrigued. Apparently, there was an exchange back in the day between ships journeying south to the Caribbean with loads of salted cod and returning with barrels of molasses and rum. A thick sediment of sugary stuff would collect in these barrels over time, so it would be heated up, fermented, and distilled to create a form of rum unique to Newfoundland. It's still bottled and sold today, though I hear the very best (and most potent) stuff is home brewed on the sly.

What really intrigues me is the fairly recent practice of holding Screech-Ins. Custom dictates that visitors are made honorary Newfies by doing a shot of Screech, kissing a cod, and reciting some Newfie verses or sayings. I thought this would be fun until I read the middle step. Anyone who knows me knows I'm deathly phobic about fish. I hear that some even like to single out a few people and insist they tounge the fish. I'll be having some nightmares tonight. Dude-would you put your tounge in this mouth?

Furoshiki

I've been inspired! I just watched the neatest video on Furoshiki-the Japanese art of cloth folding. Before the advent of the plastic shopping bag, it was quite common in Japan to see a large cloth skillfully folded around an object or gift. The practice has died out in more recent times, but seems to be making a come back, in part due to the Japanese ministry of culture which has begun to advocate it as a more green practice. It makes me want to wrap all my Christmas presents this way. I've always taken special care to wrap my gifts-I am always in love with the ribbons and the bows. Well, until the end, when I'm out of the special gew gaws and sick unto death of wrapping yet another item. Check out this poster, which has guidelines for creating everything from beautiful wraps for bottles, (as pictured above) to handbags. Wouldn't you love your knitting in one of those? I wonder if you could wrap a baby in those bags to make a sling? I'd have to figure out what to do with the knots...