Mostly knitting

As a bit of a change from me banging on about my uterus, and given that this is nellieknits, I thought I'd give a round up of current projects, most of which are knitting.


This is one and a bit of my first pair of self stripping socks. I had been lusting after this yarn for ages, and managed to get some when my sister went to the US last year. The yarn is knitpicks simple stripes in crayon. The pattern is from The knitters handy book of patterns, a book that rocks. This is a cross stitch that I started in December because it was far to hot to knit. $5 from lincraft, but lots of itty bitty flowers.
About a year ago I bought about a kilo of purple wool from the Knitting yarn shop's seconds. It's nice yarn, but there's a kilo of it. So I started making a crotched blanket with every square different, I think I've only got another three to go and I'll declare it done. I'm going to have to block these before seaming it, I've never, ever blocked anything before, so that should be fun.
This is a close up of one of my favourites.
Of the same purple wool, this is a cabled cardigan for a two year old girl. I got it mostly finished, only part of one sleeve to go. I stopped it when I thought that making a girls cardigan when I don't know any small girls. L has had a baby girl so maybe I will get back to it and give it to her.


That would be about it for current works in progress, except of course those already listed below and my ever current booties.
Now I have to get to work.

It's official

For twelve cycles we have laboured and twelve times nothing has resulted. We are now officially sub-fertile. The actually year isn't up for another three weeks or so, but that's less than a whole cycle so I figure we have arrived.

This past cycle was particlarly annoying. It seems that everytime I feel ontop of my feelings, that I can cope with the waiting and accept that it will take us a while to get pregnant, something happens that starts to get my hopes up. The first time this happened was in October. I went on a womens camp and had a good time of fellowship and feeling that it all was in God's hands and I would have patience. I came back and two days later felt really sick to my stomach, which continued for the next week, my breasts swelled up and I really thought that this might be it, it might have worked, I got to CD29, the longest I had since going off the pill. The next day my period turned up. It turns out that nausea is a pre-menstral symptom for me.

This last cycle, I was fine, we had made it to the end, now we could do something about it. I didn't care what happened, I drank at my parents-in-law's, didn't watch out what happened when and if soft cheese had of passed my tracks, I would have been all for it. Tuesday was CD29 again and no period, ok, done that before, it will come tomorrow. Wednesday came and I was all prepared to spend the day on the lounge and nothing. Thursday the same. Friday and I can't stand it, I can't stomp down my hope that long. I'm two days over my previous record, surely it worked, it would be perfect, due right at the end of the academic year with enough summer left to attack some sewing. I keep trying to squeeze the hope down, it hasn't worked before, it won't work this time, but maybe, maybe, please. Then it comes, the other shoe drops, my period comes and I have to try and let go of the hopefulness and tentative plans and try to regain my attitude of a week ago. I was almost looking foward to it, the hurdle passed and the next phase starting.

I have to stop hunting around baby sites so much, only two and a half weeks until we get to go see the OB and start getting some answers, now that the question has been properly asked.

I'll get to knitting later, thanks for listening.

Slowly getting somewhere.

Um, it's been a while hasn't it?
First things, I don't particularly like Canberra in the summer, not when we get 35+ degree days on a regular basis. For me, above 28 is hot. New Years day was a scorcher, 47 degrees, but we were fortunatly at Mr b^3 parents place up the coast and they have air-conditioning. Even still, it was about 33 degrees in the house. A side result of this was that we had to stay an extra day and I couldn't go to work that Monday because a bushfire cut off the freeway home. This was kind of a good thing, I didn't really want to go to work that day anyway.
For the third year running, got too tired and went to bed well before mid-night new years eve. Maybe my sister is right and we are middle aged, at the heady hights of 22!
My parents came over for dinner about a week ago because we missed my step-dad's birthday. The look on my mothers face when I cheerfully anounced that it was only about 2 weeks to go and we were officially sub-fertile was priceless. "Oh good, they're not having a baby yet, but bad, something is wrong, but good, no baby yet, but bad, something wrong..." Mr b^3 and I having a baby is not something that she was or is, particularly keen on.
So, sometime this week, if my calculations are correct, I will hit CD1 for my 13th cycle off the pill and it will be official. Twelve cycles with nadda means something is wrong and I can merrily skip off to see the OB in three weeks to find out what is wrong. I've really known that something wasn't working since about October, so it's nice to get all this waiting over and done with.
For myself, I don't think I'm doing to badly. I realise now that it probably will take some intervention for me to get pregnant, so the end of each cycle doesn't get me hopeful, then depressed when it hasn't worked, like I was about 6 months ago. The only bad bits are when friends and people I know announce they're pregnant or are going to start trying. That can get me down. Sometimes all I can do is hope and pray for them, that they will be alright.
But I will cheer up and think, "only three weeks more, and we can start to get some answers!"