After much prodding of my belly and generally making a fool of myself (all for a good cause), the baby shifted. But now I really can't tell what position he's in. It's feels a little like he might be breech, but what do I know? I can't make heads or tails of it. Ha ha! Oh, that's a good one.
I spent the day looking at houses, knitting, and cleaning. There are some really strange houses out there, and I saw a few of them today. Plus one eccentric owner. (I'm sure there are more of them, but he was the only one home during a walk-through.)
I was reflecting on two things tonight: one, I've forgotten what it's like to not be pregnant, and two, when I took up knitting again as an adult, I thought I was picking up a hobby. But it's a lifestyle, and I can no longer imagine life without it.
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I thought I was returning to a hobby when I started knitting again last year, and now look, I'm just an obsessive spinner making yarn, and I couldn't cope without it all either!
So true! I never thought of it that way before, but knitting IS a lifestyle.
Yep, there are some really, really weird houses out there. Really, really, weird.
As I was packing up my yarn stash today I was thinking something along the same lines. It is a part of who I am.
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