Here’s those granny squares I have been working on. I’m trying to use up the last little bits of yarn from the ripple blanket, so why not make a matching pillow cover? This will be the front, with fabric for the back of the pillow case. All the squares are done and joined, but I still need to weave in the ends (most tedious of work, I avoid it) and crochet a border around it before sewing it to fabric.
I’ve also been working on a blanket for Peanut’s bed. He’s still in his crib for now, but I want his bed, once he transitions there, to have a thick and warm blanket to go on top of the covers, or as a layer between sheets and quilt (there’s another project I’m working on, a quilt for the bed). So I’ve been steadily making him a blanket, using three colors of yarn together and a size N (10 mm) hook. It’s chunky and heavy and warm.
It’s about a third done, as I want it to be about six feet long. It’s as wide as a twin-sized mattress. I’m using Berroco Vintage yarn because it’s machine washable, and let’s face it, this blanket will probably need a lot of washing over the years being on a boy’s bed. I’m doing the simplest stitch of them all, single crochet, because I want the blanket to hold up well and be warm. I’m letting the colors add the beauty. It’s taking a lot of yarn, which I am only buying three yarn cakes at a time to go easy on the pocketbook, but I’m hoping it’s a blanket Peanut will treasure for a long time, so it’s worth it. I’m adding a row or two a day, just enjoying the process. I hope to have it ready for Christmas.
For Jonathan’s first Halloween, I picked up a pumpkin shirt for him to wear as a costume. I wasn’t about to spend a lot of money on a baby costume for two reasons: one, cute as baby costumes are, they just feel like a waste of money to me, at least the first year; and two, Shawn and I didn’t have plans to be anywhere, so why spend money when we two were the only people who would see the Peanut’s costume? I did however have some cute photo ideas for his simple costume. And those ideas included carving a pumpkin with Jonathan. He preferred to watch the carving of our ‘Jack. We tried to get him to stick his hands in the pumpkin guts and feel the slimy, oozy-ness, but he wasn’t too into that. While we jointly carved the pumpkin, Shawn and I realized neither of us had carved a pumpkin since high school, perhaps even earlier than that. What a strange realization! We do, of course, have a lot of pumpkin carving in our futures! So without further ado, here’s some photos of our little pumpkin and his big orange friend.
Hello friends! I finally have something worth posting about. And that thing is our big news: It’s a boy!
Shawn and I had our 20-week ultrasound (though as of tomorrow I’m 22 weeks along) this week. In addition to checking the baby’s organs, spine and fingers and toes for normal development (everything is normal, thank the Lord!), we also opted to find out what we’re having, since finding out I was pregnant was surprise enough!
The doctor was about five seconds into the ultrasound when we’re had our indisputable answer: We’re having a son.
I have to admit Shawn and I were not at all surprised! There’s only three girls in his generation and about quadruple the number of boys! We would have been happy either way, however. We are relieved to know everything is developing well. Ultrasound technology is so cool, too: Shawn and I watched our baby’s heart beat and his little hands clench into fists and wave about.
Finding out the gender of our baby has really helped me mentally to understand this pregnancy more and accept it as actually happening (I think other moms can attest to the surreal feeling of the first four months or so). My body is definitely changing, too! The baby bump is here in full force. And I can feel our little boy kicking, which is beyond exciting. And does he kick! I think I’ve got a little soccer player inside me. Feeling the taps against my belly gives me pause, taking a few moments here and there to appreciate this little being inside taking shape.
The doctor said he is currently positioned with his head up by my ribs, which I can attest to because I feel the kicking at the bottom of my stomach. Hopefully our little boy flips around in the next 10 weeks or so or I may have a C-section in my future. Boo.
I wonder what he’s going to look like. I hope he takes after his handsome father! In the meantime, I’m going to get back to whispering to myself with glee: “I have a son.”