if you're not knitting. . .stash!

I know I've been blog-AWOL for awhile. "I'm growing a person" is my excuse for just about everything I don't get around to these days.

I actually have been knitting: swatching for the pumpkin hat I'm making for one of my friend's kids, linen washcloth (that was almost done and will have to be frogged, it turned out so ugly). But I did visit about 5 LYS's on our recent Oregon trip, and managed to get a few things (see stash in sidebar). The Prime Alpaca is for a muffler for my brother for Christmas, though he'll probably get it in February, since he just moved to China and won't be back for the holidays.

We got some news a week or so ago. Does this picture tell you what the news was?




Yeah, the doctor said, "If that's not a boy, I'll eat my hat. . ." It's early yet, but we've been having all these ultrasounds. I suppose there could be a surprise (it was a 3rd leg after all?), but doc seemed pretty certain. While I'm dying to blog his name (it's a really, really, really great name), we'll just refer to him here as Baby B. Or Sprout.

I'm starting to waddle already. Why should be evident from this picture, where I look as if I'm carrying not only my original heftiness plus a baby plus about half of Texas as well. The irony is, I've actually lost 3 pounds since I got pregnant (baby is growing fine, thank you!), but you wouldn't know it from this. I hope it's the oversized sweatshirt, which I bought in the Tillamook cheese factory, because I mistakenly packed for the height of summer instead of September on the Oregon coast. It is the sweatshirt, right???


And here's my sweetheart, the darling man who knocked me up: