I'm Knit-tarded!

I'm at home today. I woke up with the room spinning. Thinking it was just how hungry I was, I stumbled my way to the kitchen (literally... I was holding the walls to stay upright) and had a yummy breakfast. It didn't help.

I may have an inner ear infection, and because I can't take much, I'm waiting on Rob to get home with the prescription that my doc called out for me.

I'm doing a little work from home, stressing of financial woes, and getting in a little knitting. I've started my knitting earlier this year in hopes of actually having a scarf for Rob by the time the weather turns colder. (Instead of the half of one that he's had in previous winters.) I've discovered that I'm knitarded. That is, I don't know how to make anything but scarves, really. I can do flat things, but that's about it. I'm going to devote the next few weeks to learning how to knit properly so I can fulfill my dream of being a stereotypical cartoon pregnant lady (or chicken, or cat, or whatever cartoon creature you watched while growing up.) Which means, I want to knit baby things.

We're looking to green up our lives a little once the baby is here. I've always been a hippie at heart, but now I have some one on board with making our lives and the way we live better for the future because we'll have the face of the future staring back at us. Rob and I are already committed to using gdiapers and cloth diapers as much as humanly possible. We're concentrating on getting/making wood toys for the little one as the wood is much more sustainable than plastic. We already use cloth napkins, and are trying to cut down on our paper towel and paper plate usage.

The thought of becoming a parent makes time passing mean something. I'm not trying to say that it doesn't before, but from the moment of conception, you're looking at a lifetime of milestones. 12 wk, 16wk, 20wk, 40wk.... 1st trimester, 2nd trimester, 3rd trimester, due date, first sound, first smile, first giggle, first word, first steps.... there are many touchstones that you can measure time with when you add another person to your family. For us, it also means we're paying attention to how we treat each other and the world around us. I don't want our child to have the asthma problems I've had. Solution #1 for this is to get the eff outta MO. Seriously. This is the worst place to live if you have allergies and breathing problems. (Okay, not the VERY worst, but we're in the top ten.) Solution #2 - treat our environment better. Solution #3 - Pray that genetics don't get the best of the little guy/gal.

I'm rambling at this point, and I'm fully aware of that. But that's what you're here for right?


Right?


Guys? Still there???



















Damn.