Thanks very much

for all of your congratulations. :) I love it when new people find my blog, and I love it when they have nice things to say.

I must say, though, that the euphoria of all of this wore off this morning. Now, instead of some glowy mother-to-be, I think I'm just a nauseous, exhausted, pregnant lady. Well, people at work still say I'm glowing. But that's neither here nor there. And the, uh, twins are killin me. Owie.

The most fascinating thing about all of this so far is how it's forcing me to s-l-o-w d-o-w-n. I work in retail, you know; the goal is move as quickly and as efficiently as possible. Not yesterday; yesterday, the goal was to work without any dizzy spells, after the one time I stood up too fast and nearly tossed my cookies all over the mass-market table. Better than the new Hardcover table, but still.

I had asked the doctor (my GP, I'm calling the OB I've heard great things about tomorrow to make a first appointment; cross your fingers that I get in!) for her best advice on Friday; what she said? "Get ready to be humbled." And I was feeling that yesterday, in the biggest way. Today, I was less dizzy, but more nauseous. I think I prefered dizzy, all things considered. But I'm weird.

Even my knitting has slowed down. Normally, I'd be done both the third season of 24 and the first German stocking by now. But, since almost all of my energy is going towards work and the couple of little things I'm trying to do around the house (although Robb is being great and picking up a lot of the slack without complaining while I nap away the day on the couch that I still haven't had the energy to put the cover back on since I washed it last week), I fall down on the couch, knit five rows, and then my eyes are closing...friends don't let friends knit while exhausted or drunk.

Not that I'm allowed to be drunk. Until, like, next fall. Of course, that's probably when I'd next crave a beer anyway; I got most of my partying out of the way the summer of sophomore year of college, much to my relief.

So I turned the heel yesterday, I'm playing with the gussets today...I think I'm making the foot smaller than Cookie says I want it to be for my foot measurement. All down the leg, the sock is...it doesn't "fit" so much as it "skims" which is fine for the leg of the stocking -- I want wool pretties, not pantyhose -- but the foot has to fit firmly or it'll make me crazy.

And -- although I still love Louet Gems -- I'd forgotten how much less forgiving it is to work in solid colored yarn. So many of the yarns I've been using lately have been variegated or handpainted sock yarns, and you can get away with weird decreases, or "oops, I ssk'd instead of p2tog'd, no one will ever notice!"...I'm picking back and fixing more things with these.

And tomorrow, when I might have more energy (go ahead and laugh, it's okay), I'll try and post a picture of how far I am on the German Stockings. It'll probably require some help from CameramanRobb in order to get the pretty cable that goes down the leg, so we'll see what we can do.

In the meantime, I leave you with this picture of my two kitties, Jilly (the greyish, huge one) and Keelie (the smaller, almost calico one) performing a feat almost unheard of:

Cuddling.