I guarantee that title is going to get some odd google searches Technically it’s a bootie and hat mountain. My gran is obsessed with knitting hats and my mother is utterly and truly obsessed with booties. Whenever my gran sends something knitted there’s always a tiny hat in with it. The slightly annoying thing? Not one of them will still fit when winter gets here. And the booties? They are pretty, my mother does exquisite lacy stuff….but the only pair I ever asked her for have still not been finished. I am so excited about the love my family has for our munchkin before she has even arrived….but I can only cross my fingers that I am not that bad when my girl becomes a mother.
On the baby side of life….well there’s no baby yet. Perhaps this weekend? I am hoping hard and signs are good….but I’ve never met a baby that did what was convenient for anyone but itself. She’s dropped again (I didn’t think it was possible but yep you can get more uncomfortable that I already was), 4/5 engaged in the pelvis (5/5 means crowning), playing bouncy games on my leg and back nerves and kicking the crap out of me. Seriously, everyone says babies kick less violently as they run out of room. And for a while she did change from boom boom kicks to rolls and prods. But then things must have got really tight in there and she got mad. She kicks harder now than she ever has and I’ve let out more than a few yells of pain at the sudden appearance of a limb. I’m a little terrified to give birth now. Not from the pain, I will totally take the drugs if I need them. But the determined personality that she is already displaying has me petrified. What are we in for?