I didn't think my size 10/11 feet could get any bigger, but apparently summer + pregnancy has proven me wrong. Thank God for Birkenstocks! I'm not complaining. I said a long time ago that if the good Lord ever granted us the gift of another child, I wouldn't complain about being pregnant. Really, I don't have anything to complain about. My pregnancies have never been a problem. I am still able to do everything I need or want to do, I just do it all indoors right now. Errands get run before noon or not at all and the air conditioning flows freely all day long. I don't even have to go outside to get the mail, that's why God made teenaged boys. : )
If I was tempted to complain about anything it's that all this extra swelling (which my OB assures me is totally normal given our current weather situation, not an indication of anything wrong) means that my plans to crochet Cupcake's baptismal gown have been crossed off my list of things to do. All this extra fluid is causing some crazy carpel tunnel. My wrists ache pretty much all the time and my hands go numb just trying to hold onto a pencil for a little while. Thankfully, I have a bargain hunting SIL and a generous mother who have both offered to help acquire something beautiful for her when the time comes. I know that I could use one of the ones I used for the other girls, but it has sort of become our tradition to give each child their own.
Don't get me wrong... I love the idea of having an heirloom gown that gets passed around to each family member. It's sounds so old fashioned and just lovely! We did not have anything like that in my family so when The Professor was born, having no luck finding a boyish Baptismal gown and having a personal aversion to those little Baptismal suits, I made his out of muslin and decorated it with blue ribbon. Sunshine, being a girl, couldn't wear the same gown because in my mind it was too boyish, so I gave her my Baptismal gown (while pretty, it was far from heirloom). Shortcake arrived as a surprise to us all (her gender that is). Thinking that she was a boy while I was pregnant, I had made her a gown similar to The Professors but with silver ribbon. When she arrived all pink and pretty, in a tearful haze of postpartum hormones, I rushed out to buy her the frilliest, girliest gown I could find. Thankfully, a resale shop in town sold beautiful handmade gowns sewn by an immigrant woman from Portugal so I didn't blow the budget as much as you might think. BigBoy in turn used the gown I had made when I was expecting Shortcake and looked very dashing if I do say so myself. So that's how we ended up in this "tradition" and I intended to keep it going by crocheting the next one. I guess, if I think about it hard enough, another aspect of the "tradition" is that my boys have worn gowns I made while my girls haven't... so there you go! It fits. And I'll just save this yarn and pattern for when I'm not pregnant. It will either be for another child or a grandchild, but it will get done because it's so pretty!
Things might be a little quieter around here for the next few weeks as the kids and I have begun their lessons for the next school year. We are hoping to get a good 10-12 weeks under our belt before the baby comes so that we can take a nice break once she's here. Of course, education happens all the time and she will be our real life "early childhood" class because none of these kiddos knows how to care for a baby and it's high time they learned! We are also going to make one last push towards decluttering and streamlining in these next few weeks so if you don't hear from me much that's what's going on.