A Day In The Life

Quicky update!

2008-07-25T17:45:00.000+10:00

ok, I am completely redoing this post because the circumstances have changed again!

We're freebirthing!

We are no longer in the care of our midwives and they are refunding us the money that we paid them so far...so we are on our own! Yay! LOL!

Still here...and a FO :)

2008-07-21T10:14:00.002+10:00

Yeah I'm still here...floating around. 36wks tomorrow, very tired and feeling very pregnant, LOL.

Have some stressful shitty stuff going on at the moment but I won't elaborate until I know exactly what's going on...

On a happier lighter note, here is my latest FO, a Calorimetry. Made for my little sister's 18th birthday...hope she likes it!!

Newborn Longies and some Belly Pics :)

2008-07-11T09:04:00.003+10:00

Well I have finished the Newborn Longies and they are incredibly small...no wonder the size is called Prem/NB LOL. I'm not sure babies even come this small, LOL, I could have one funky cabbage patch doll around here soon!!

Those are Indy's longies on the left and Jet's longies on the right...

And some more belly pics...34+wks...

TA-DA!

2008-07-05T16:22:00.002+10:00

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Originally uploaded by ~april~

Seamless Baby Kimono is finished!!

I initially tried for long sleeves but didn't quite have enough yarn...didn't really matter though, I had been thinking while I was doing the sleeves that I might actually prefer short sleeves, LOL.

Seamless Baby Kimono

2008-07-03T15:58:00.002+10:00

kimono2
Originally uploaded by ~april~

Just thought I would post an update pic of the kimono, am cruising through it, can't wait to see how it turns out :)

Knitted bits.

2008-07-01T13:40:00.002+10:00

Still battling my way through the nausea, but I have been managing to knit, yay!

They aren't looking very exciting at the moment, but here are some WIP pics...and an almost WIP pic LOL.

Seamless Baby Kimono:

Baby Yoda Sweater: (I have run out of wool...I knew I would, heehee, good excuse to buy more!!)

Jolly Jumbuck wool that will become a pair of longies (just waiting on some 30cm circs):

Part 5. The finale...for now ;)

2008-06-27T11:05:00.001+10:00

part 5...kinda goes off on a tangent, but it still wanted to come out. I am putting it in here still as well as the public forum, jic anyone feels safer responding in here :)

I suppose that’s all of the ‘nasty’ stuff out…
Its amazing how things can change when you get some decent support, and its interesting and annoying (to me anyway) how people make assumptions about my current feelings/opinions based on stuff that happened back then…even knowing that I was not well then at all.

Because I had a c/s then I must be pro c/s, pro women being able to choose having c/s’s etc, I’m not allowed to say, you know, I did the wrong thing, it was stupid, I wish I didn’t have one.
I haven’t even attempted to say to anyone (other than the few I am sharing this with atm) yet that I didn’t get the help I needed then, and that I feel ripped off by the ‘care’ provided by the psychiatrist… I feel I know already what ‘people’ (family of course) will say – ‘you got what you wanted’. Well sure…I was very mentally ill and got what I wanted…but did I get what I needed. No.

While I was pregnant with Indy, my older sister was also pregnant with her second child. She had an ‘emergency’ c/s with her firstborn after an attempted homebirth, so she was contemplating a repeat c/s…because it was ‘easier’, more ‘convenient’, she would be able to plan for the care of her other child for the time of ‘birth’ because she would know exactly when it would be. Unfortunately I think we shared similar fears of birthing, unfortunately I think I did what the psychiatrist did to me, to my sister. We would talk about c/s’s and I would reinforce her thoughts that it would be better for her…for us…to have one. Birth was scary, birth was unsafe, c/s’s meant control and none of the traumatic stuff we had gone through in our first birth experiences.

Since I have actually received proper psychological help and come to realise what happened I have noticed a change in the relationship with my sister.
She was one of the first people I told that I was pregnant, she was one of the first family members that I told that we were homebirthing…I thought she would share my excitement, having wanted one herself earlier. Nup.
Because I no longer share her view that c/s is okay, it is seen as a personal attack. Phonecalls used to be friendly, sisterly, loving, supportive.
Instead I find myself defending my birth choices, my life choices and my parenting choices…and I find that she has been leaking information to my mum, despite saying she wouldn’t.
She has never met my kids, yet takes offense already to their long hair, saying that I should cut it because they need to learn about society’s expectations. This moment of brilliant sisterly support came while I spoke to her about how upset I was that the ILs were taking issue with some of our parenting…she said how awful it was for them to be doing that…then started questioning all of my parenting herself, expecting me to justify it all to her and do it all as she says.
This is new. This, I feel, has happened because I dared to say I thought having a c/s was wrong and that I was going to homebirth.

My little sister had a baby last year. In early pregnancy she jokingly said to me, oh I’ll just get sliced and diced like you hey? Like as if a c/s was funny and completely okay. I was mortified that I could have passed on that kind of message to my teenage sister.
I had bad feelings about the way her pregnancy was going to end…she is small, petite, however the hell you want to put it and the seed of doubt was cast very early by a Dr questioning the width of her pelvis…*sigh*
There were plenty of women in her life that had had vaginal births, but despite their birthing ability everyone seemed all too happy to buy into the shit spun by Drs and I was the only one who would tell her she could do it, that the baby was not going to grow so large that it wouldn't fit out…nature doesn’t work that way.
Despite my efforts to boost her confidence she ended up with an ‘emergency’ c/s, and the ‘lovely’ ob told her, while stitching her up, that she should never attempt a vaginal birth again. What a fucking joke.
I am so angry for her, and I am the only one.
She was fucked over by the system, classic case of ‘failure to wait’, they were all too happy to blame her ‘tiny’ pelvis for their eagerness to cut her baby out…hell, they pushed her to have an epidural in labour ‘just in case’ they had to go to theatre!!!
Everyone else buys into the shit the ‘nice’ ob said, he is ‘nice’ and an ob, so he MUST be right! There’s no possible way that the fucking HUGE 6lb baby could possibly get out!

Because I am not afraid to vocalise my thoughts about what happened, I get odd looks from the family. Because I dare to question the legitimacy of the ‘emergency’, I get odd looks.

Because I dare to say that I don’t think c/s’s are safe, I get odd looks. I get the fucking ‘choice’ speech…I get the ‘c/s’s have their place’ speech.
No shit moron! They have their place…in REAL emergencies.
Not emergencies like the ob is too fucking impatient to wait for a labouring woman to dilate at her own speed.

When I was mentally ill and shouting out for a c/s I was enabled. People were more than happy to reinforce my fears and support me for a c/s.

Now that I am well and want a REAL birth, I am doubted, I am questioned, I get odd looks, I am expected to justify my feelings, and I receive much less support from those around me IRL.

C/s, not a solution for birth trauma.

Part 4...

2008-06-26T19:55:00.002+10:00

The final weeks of Indy's pregnancy were a bit weird. I was relieved when at 32wks they finally booked a c/s for 39wks. Somehow I think I was already realising that I was taking a wrong turn, but it was far too late to do anything, and besides, those that had 'helped' me agreed with how I thought so this was the right thing to do...right?
While on one hand I was shit scared of labour, on the other I was happy that the c/s was at 39wks...later than they usually are, because I knew he would be that little bit more cooked...and really I would have gone as long as I could to make sure he was ready...if I could have been guaranteed that I wouldn't labour (which is impossible, but as you can see I was already admitting in my head that this was not entirely safe).
I suppose that's all there is of Indy's pregnancy...the c/s I remember very little of, and I cannot bring myself to say I gave birth to him (I don't feel I can about Jet either really) and even to say that he was 'born' I can't do it without the ' '... That wasn't a birth. It was a fucking catastrophe!
The c/s was a 'good' one, as far as c/s's go. No dramas, no trauma and I healed well. Indy had weird breathing so went to the nursery for a day or 2...antibiotics, formula etc, you know how it goes *rolleyes*

Breastfeeding ended almost as soon as it started because, surprise surprise, I was still quite emotionally unstable. Why no, the c/s didn't whisk away all that previous birth trauma and leave me feeling blissfully happy and able to parent 2 children like nothing had happened. It was still there, I wasn't afraid of labouring having had the baby already, but I started reliving the shitful experience of trying to breastfeed Jet. I knew I was not well. I knew I wasn't getting better...but because the trauma wasn't an issue now that I had had the c/s, I had to blame something else for my inability to function. So breastfeeding it was, and I stopped breastfeeding believing that it was sending me insane and that if I didn't stop I would end up on meds (and I HATE being on meds because they make me feel like a zombie).
I ended up on meds anyway. Yes the same psychiatrist that I saw throughout pregnancy ever so helpfully observed the same fucking symptoms I had before the baby was born, after the baby was born and in his wisdom diagnosed me with PND... What a fucking joke.

He also decided that I was 'too attached' (in his opinion) to my children, questioned my ways of parenting, and did the best thing he ever did for me...referred me onto a psychologist to talk about my 'attachment issues'. (Not before prescribing sleeping tablets to 'fix' my PND though...)
Said psychologist is a woman and a mother, she also happens to AP...we are the only other people each other knows IRL that has heard of The Sears.

Within weeks, much to the psychiatrist's disapproval, I was off meds and I had been diagnosed not with PND, but with PTSD. And not long after I stopped seeing the psychiatrist...he still didn't agree with the PTSD diagnosis either...

I think there is more, LOL.

Part 3...there's still more!

2008-06-26T18:14:00.001+10:00

For a long time I carried guilt for the way Indy was 'born'. I always thought I had 'chosen' a c/s for myself, I didn't seek out help for my mental health issues and therefore it was my 'fault', I was to blame for the c/s. However I have recently, and I am talking only within the last few weeks, realised that I have been 'glazing' a few things over, and in my haste to feel the guilt (because I do it so damn well) I have 'forgotten' that I DID ask for help....I just didn't get it :(
My family knew that Jet's birth was not good, they knew that I wanted a c/s instead, they knew I was shit scared of labour...my own mother (a former telephone counsellor) saw me the night that I had been told that there was no reason for me to have a c/s. She saw my fear, my anxiety and me crying hysterically.
And yet not she, not ANYONE in my family ever asked about Jet's birth, nor did they try and step in to get me some psychological help.

At some point during the pregnancy, I can't remember when (I know it was after 24wks, because that's when my GP (who also catches babies) referred me to the obs at the women's clinic), after I had been told that they wouldn't give me a c/s, I went and saw the psychiatrist that I had been seeing off and on for a few years for depression and anxiety. Admittedly my motive was to get him to help me convince the obs that I was so mentally ill that a c/s was warranted, but well...that says it all really!!!
For some fucked up reason I just don't understand, despite me talking to him and telling him about my fear, the flashbacks and suicidal tendencies, he did indeed help me get the c/s. Nevermind the classic signs of PSTD, nevermind the bleedingly obvious fact that I was very VERY mentally ill, those things were not addressed at all. They were spoken of, but not treated. Instead they were used 'in my favour' to get the c/s. He wrote letters to the obs for me, telling them how scared I was and that he feared what I would do if I didn't get the c/s. And that is where I let go of the notion that a- I chose a c/s and b- that I had any fucking choice at all.
And yeah, I was suicidal, yeah I had pretty much said 'if I don't get a c/s I'm going to kill myself', but FFS, why not address the fucking problem????
Here was a mental health professional who I trusted and turned to in a very vulnerable and fucked up state, essentially taking away any ability of mine to choose anything by reinforcing my fears and enabling me to be railroaded by them into the lesser of 2 evils.
Not once did he talk about how to heal myself, not once was any further counselling suggested...instead I was left in the same fucked up state where I thought that I was 'making the right choice', because he AGREED with me.

still more...

Part 2...with more to come

2008-06-26T14:55:00.000+10:00

Gah there is so much stuff trying to get out, I don't know which way to go first... I suppose I should talk a bit about Indy's pregnancy first and the shitty bits about it and then the rest sort of spins off from that...

So before I got pregnant with Indy the degree to which Jet's birth 'bothered' me, was that I could say it was awful, that I never wanted to 'do that again' (meaning labour/birth) and that next time I would much rather have a c/s. (Well, actually for about the first 6mths the idea of having another baby was a no go zone!) However, there was no sense of dread. There was fear, but I wasn't petrified. I knew I didn't really want to go through a labour like that again (well, any labour really), but I hadn't hit the hysterical point where I would rather die than do it again. I don't feel that I really had any PTSD symptoms before getting pregnant, and I know that its a bit odd for it to be that way (I don't mean odd in a bad way, just that stuff usually comes out within the first 3-6mths, and for me it wasn't till 9-12mths that it did), but once I got past the 1st trimester, once I realised that the baby did indeed have to come out somewhere and that (unusually enough) the obs/drs here were not keen to c/s at all, it all came out...and how!
Flashbacks started at some point, I dreamt about Jet's birth and even though I already had anxiety, it ramped up to a whole new level. I could go from 0 to fucking crazy within seconds and it was really quite a scary time.
Its all a bit hazy... I just remember being really angry all the time. Crying a lot because 'they' (drs/knobs) were going to force me to birth vaginally and really, had very little sympathy for what I went through. I remember at some point being offered counselling, but I said no because I thought it was part of their ploy to 'make' me birth vaginally...it was by a Dr I did not know well, to a counseller I had never heard of, even in my more 'sane' moments I would have been reluctant to take it on, but in the middle of what was essentially a mental breakdown, it was out of the question...it was a conspiracy.
I suppose what makes me the most uncomfortable when talking about Indy's pregnancy is not what I went through, or even that I went through it, but that I had a baby already in my care. So I wasn't just falling apart, I was falling apart while trying to take care of a baby (Jet and Indy are 18mths apart) and though I never physically harmed him in anyway, I did often yell at him in anger and unfortunately he did witness some of my out of control moments. (The only one I can still remember clearly is screaming in the kitchen something about killing myself while holding a kitchen knife to my throat...and he was right there... I *think* it was the evening after an ob appointment where they told me again that they saw no reason to give me a c/s)
Somehow our attachment stayed strong. I hope he doesn't remember any of it though!!!

more to come...

Processing, processing...always processing

2008-06-26T13:00:00.000+10:00

I've been sitting here for over an hour trying to start getting stuff about this out and I have no idea where to start...
LOL, when I was lying awake last night cursing my insomnia, the wind and Indy's restless sleep (teething...and he was kicking me in the head!) it was all coming into my head so well then, of course this morning I am blank/stuck.

The c/s isn't actually something I think about a lot, and I suppose really my issues aren't with the c/s itself, but with the lead up to it. I haven't thought about it in great detail for a long while, and thought I was in an okay spot with it all...until the 60mins 'choice' shit came up and I had a 'friend' harping on at me that previous birth trauma is a valid reason for a c/s.And of course when I protest and say, BTDT, didn't work, trauma is still there, I get told that not everyone is me, (a pity they're not then hey ) not everyone is able to face their fear etc and they should be able to choose a c/s.
I tried to pack it away in my head, thought I would deal with it after the birth, but it won't go away...I tried to pretend that it wasn't bothering me and my scar got itchy! And the itch didn't subside until I started this post...

I find it difficult to talk about Indy's pregnancy, and I have either forgotten or just blocked out chunks of it. Likewise I don't really like talking about the c/s. I feel embarrassed for the way I was when pregnant with Indy and I feel really embarrassed that I had a c/s. I assume that other women who have had elective c/s's (I am referring to those who choose them, not those who are bullied into them) can just say the words 'I had a c/s' with no emotion, I think there are some who say it proudly...I hate saying it. What's even worse is when people ask why...I struggle to answer. I say 'previous birth trauma' and feel foolish...even if they nod in agreeance that a c/s was (to them) a good 'choice'. I try to think of some other reason to give instead...but what? I toy with saying 'because I'm an idiot', but everyone knows someone who has had a c/s and I had better not offend them, hey?! And then if I said that I'd have to explain why...and then it always comes back to choice...choice choice, fucking choice.

Working on part 2 LOL.

A vent to lead to processing

2008-06-26T12:48:00.002+10:00

I have been umming and ahhing about posting this for a while.
I initially posted it somewhere private and safe, I thought it was just a one off eruption of stuff that had to get out of my head...actually it has led to more stuff coming up that needs processing. So I have decided to post it here. A public place. However seeing as this is MY blog and a place for ME to post about MY stuff, I have turned on comment moderation...I don't fancy debating with people about my personal experiences and the feelings surrounding them.

The Vent:
Why did you not diagnose me with PTSD when I came to you, pregnant and in great need of help? How else would you care to explain the flashbacks? How could you not only sit by and watch me be railroaded by my fears, but enable me to be by not getting me proper psychological help and instead writing letters to ‘help’ me get a c/s.
I wouldn’t have ‘needed’ a c/s if instead of using my mental state and suicidal tendencies as a great way to ‘help’ me get a c/s, you used them in a fucking diagnosis.
Why yes, having a c/s at that point did potentially save 2 lives, but if proper care had been provided we would be alive and well and I wouldn’t have had to have surgery for it to be that way.
How could you go on to use the same symptoms I displayed throughout pregnancy to diagnose me with PND?
You failed me and I am so fucking angry.

To all the peoples out there that think previous birth trauma is a valid reason for c/s, you are so far off the fucking mark.
A c/s does nothing to address the real issues, it is absolute avoidance. The trauma isn’t healed and it sure as hell doesn’t go away. Instead it manifests and becomes deeper ingrained, how the fuck does a c/s serve to help that???

Fuck ‘choice’!

omg there's a baby in there!

2008-06-21T12:38:00.003+10:00

oh the hilarity! My blog is so quiet and boooooooring at the moment I thought I would post a bunch of belly pics to make it look like I am not a crap blogger LOL.

Alrighty... (hope you don't mind see me in my undies...think you'll be seeing a little more than just that soon iykwim... )

14wksish:

18wksish:

27wksish:

31wksish:

And Jet's belly cos he wanted to get in on it too

The Game...

2008-06-06T23:08:00.004+10:00

I have seen this on a few blogs now and thought it looked like fun, so here is mine!

(I nabbed it from Kris, tiKKi and Lis ;) )

1. April Rain (B&W), 2. Satay Combination, 3. Warrnambool, 4. chocolate browns, 5. Ben Gillies, 6. Coke..., 7. Halls Gap, 8. Chocolate Bar, 9. 2008 International Women's Day (March 8)-11, 10. For my boys..., 11. Liberated Women, 12. April

Here are the rules if you want to play too:

a. Type your answer to each of the questions below into Flickr Search.
b. Using only the first page, pick an image.
c. Copy and paste each of the URLs for the images into fd's mosaic maker).
The Questions:
1. What is your first name? (april)
2. What is your favorite food? (satay)
3. What high school did you go to?
(warrnambool college...nothing came up for that though so I just did warrnambool)
4. What is your favorite color? (brown)
5. Who is your celebrity crush? (ben gillies)
6. Favorite drink? (coke)
7. Dream vacation?
(halls gap, I hate travelling, so its somewhere close to home LOL)
8. Favorite dessert? (chocolate)
9. What you want to be when you grow up? (a woman)
10. What do you love most in life? (my boys)
11. One Word to describe you. (liberated)
12. Your flickr name (~april~)

Harri's hat!

2008-05-26T17:46:00.003+10:00

A little while ago, you may recall, LOL, I made Harri a cute as stretchy beanie and have been patiently waiting for her Mama to post a pic so I could nab it....

And she has! Isn't Harri beautiful!!

Still here :)

2008-05-22T16:38:00.002+10:00

Plodding along with my creaky pelvis and sore heavy belly (and I'm only 27wksish, sheesh!).

Not much news to share, but I did whip up this pair of longies for Indy. I think they are awesome if I do say so myself, LOL. They are in Utiku's Blueberry colourway, yummo!

More pics of FO's in use :)

2008-05-14T16:29:00.003+10:00

I nabbed these from Harriet's Mama's EC blog a few days ago but haven't gotten around to blogging them yet...until now :)

So here is Ms Harriet modelling her dress, hat AND legwarmies all at once!

Quick preggo update

2008-05-10T08:17:00.002+10:00

Had a midwife appt last week and keep forgetting to blog it, the sleep deprivation induced haze is pretty thick, LOL.

It was just a quick appt, she stayed for only an hour as opposed to the usual 2, because the 2nd midwife couldn't make it (she was with a labouring woman) and they want to come back in the next few weeks so she can catch up with me too.
My blood pressure was low (for me anyway) again, and is kind of interesting to me...in the hospital system with the previous pregnancies my blood pressure was starting to rise about now. Homebirth and home appts more relaxing perhaps?

She felt the baby move and we just basically chatted about stuff. The boys figured out how to use the blood pressure thingy which was pretty funny and then while rifling through her bag for cool stuff to play with, Jet sat on the doppler and turned it on, scaring the crap out of all of us LOL!

So there it is...all normal and boring without any stupid scary tests or pointless ultrasounds to talk about!

Finished objects in use, yay!

2008-05-10T07:47:00.003+10:00

(Yeah I am so not creative with titles at 7:56am when I have had next to zero sleep for oh....however far along this pregnancy is...)

Harriet's Mama was kind enough to let me nick the photos she posted on her EC blog of Harri modelling the legwarmies I made for her, so I am sticking them on here too :)
I think the fun of making something for someone doubles, triples....skyrockets maybe? when you know that you have made something useful and that they like, and photos are even better, LOL.

So here they are! And the original post where the photos came from is here.

Photos of Finished Objects!

2008-05-05T11:26:00.002+10:00

So if you are Harriet's Mama and don't want to spoil the surprise, don't look!!!

Over the last few weeks I have been knitting away madly to make a few things for Ms Harriet (unfortunately I dropped a stitch on the very rainbow thingy and couldn't save it...had to frog it and start it again...well, I will start it again when I stop being shitty at it!).

Harriet and her parents are doing Elimination Communication (and the related blog is a fascinating read!!), so I tried to make things that are EC friendly. Here are the finished objects.... there will be at least one more (the rainbow thingy), but have a bit of yarn left over from these things and keep contemplating what I could use it for LOL.

(btw I am linking these to my Ravelry projects so you can find the patterns from there if you are interested...if you aren't on Ravelry, well then, maybe you should be LOL)

Firstly some very cute Legwarmies. The pattern is made for 3mths - 2 years so I tried to make them a wee bit smaller so that they would fit Harri better now. Not the most colourful wool, but being Cleckheaton Cocoon it is very soft, and the colour can go with anything I reckon :)

Next up is a Sleepsack. Kind of a deceiving name because it is open at both ends, so more like a sleeptube! (Notice I manage to snap the pic only seconds before Indy stood on it, cheeky cheeky!) Ultra soft and warm, the ribbing is Paton's Jet, which is a blend of wool and alpaca and the body is The Knittery's Posmerino, a blend of merino and possum fur!

This next project was a little bit scary for me, LOL. It has *gasp* side seams! I have never done side seams before, but can now say I nailed and am no longer afraid! (Though I think I may have made the seam too thick on the inside iykwim) This is Blossom, a dress made in The Knittery's Merino and Cashmere, the colourway is called Bloody Mary.
I am going to take the ribbon off though, I don't like it, its shitty ribbon... I didn't realise it was shit until yesterday when I took it off the reel thingy to sew it on :( I think I will crochet a tie instead.

I have a fair bit of the Merino/Cashmere leftover from Blossom so yesterday I whipped up this hat, from a Cleckheaton Crochet book I bought a couple of weeks ago, pattern not in Ravelry sorry... A Lace hat it's supposed to be the 3mths size, but I think I made it a wee bit big...good thing babies grow and not shrink!!!

So I am sort of working on Rainbow thingy, LOL, and with still a fair bit of the merino/cashmere left I am thinking of what else I can make with it... and starting to think about making stuff for #3. Or maybe Indy... Or maybe Jet... Or maybe all 3 LOL.

More photos :)

2008-05-03T18:35:00.002+10:00

More teasing here, hehehe.

Have finished 2.5 things for Ms Harriet now (the .5 is seaming that I am avoiding because its scary LOL) and cast on another yesterday...while contemplating another teehee.

So without much more blabbering, photos!

The first photo is an update of the ball of 'rainbow' wool that I posted the other day. And second photo is some very rainbow wool that I picked up the other day :)

Because I am a teaser and teasing is fun

2008-04-28T10:08:00.003+10:00

(and it makes me look like I am actually blogging when I'm not really writing about anything interesting, LOL)

another sneaky peek....

This is about to become something else for Ms Harriet. The colours kinda suck in that photo, LOL, but it is supposed to be sort of rainbow coloured, not bright (because it is merino wool and possum fur) but still rainbow-ish...I just suck at taking photos of yarn, hehe. Will try to get a better one when the work is in progress ;)

And for fellow Ravelers (is that the right way to say that??) if you look in my projects you will find what it is ;)

A sneaky peek and more artwork.

2008-04-25T19:10:00.002+10:00

There's nothing more fun than teasing people who know they are receiving something with little sneaky peeks at what they are getting.

So these 2 knitted 'somethings' are for Harriet...I wonder what they are???

And what's a mummy blog without lots of bragging. Some more pics by Jet done this afternoon.
Lots of shapes!

My little artist :)

2008-04-25T07:56:00.003+10:00

The blog is being a little neglected right now...sorry bout that...oops!

Thought I would make it look a little interesting by sharing some pics I took this morning of Jet's artwork. I have been a slack mummy when it comes to rescuing a keeping his artwork before he and Indy decide that ripping paper is fun, oops! So when I saw this mornings pictures, I jumped on them!

Here we have an E and an F

a Z and a 4

Lots of I's an A and I think an L

And my favourite, a person!

And here is a pic of the fingerless gloves I made for a fellow Woolaholic for the I Love Lace swap, I hope she likes them!!

I have also been busy knitting a few baby items, not for my bub, but for Harriet...I can't show pics of them yet cos I want them to be a surprise for her mumma ;)

Not much else is new around here...still battling the nausea, gah, I can't believe it... 23wks+(ish, LOL) and still feeling awful. No vibes to what the gender is yet, though I have been told by a few people that they think I am having a boy. Is that because I have 2 already??? I'd say they have a 50/50 chance of being right, hahaha.
Maybe there's one of each in there...