I have to admit being pregnant a second time around is different that I remember the first. I’m incredibly excited for this baby just like I was for kidlet, but I don’t remember being this nauseous all the time and just being so damn tired. Grumpy one minute and happy the next. I feel a bit off kilter.
I’ve also knitted four dishcloths two in the shape of a heart and I’m working on a fifth. I think I might try baby booties next. If I were Martha Stewart I would have 10 dishcloths done by now and would have made three people cry while redecorating an entire house, putting together an elegant family dinner and whipping a up a whimsical costume for kidlet. I know what you’re thinking, I need to let it go (Oh no, please not that song) and be at peace with what I can do, but I can’t.
Okay, I’m joking, I don’t want to be Martha Stewart, I don’t like to make people cry and most of the time it’s a good idea for me not to make dinner, especially right now. All I want is buffalo sauce on everything. Everything. And cheese. There is not enough cheese in my life right now.