I'm Too Crafty for my Pants

My grandma (dad's mom) was a crafty lady. That is, she knew how to knit, crochet, quilt, sew, and the like. She also gardened and played the organ, but neither of those really count as "being crafty." She tried to teach me how to crochet when I was a kid, but it didn't take. That first row of crocheting into the chain is brutal for me now, and as a 10-year-old?

To Etsy or Not to Etsy?

OK, I've finally had three separate people who have no acquaintance with each other suggest to me that I sell my knitted/crocheted goods. So I opened an Etsy shop. There's nothing up yet! I was kind of just giving it a try to see what it's like. I'm going to create a few basic items before I put anything up so it's not just, "Hey, this is the hat I made. Singular. I hope you like it."

I also made a new blog (yeah yeah I know, I have like 29 blogs). It will be linked as soon as I'm done making it pretty.

Barfaroni

I made Camille's 3-month portrait appointment at Sears for next Monday. I have no idea if Sears is the best place, but in the "Congrats You Have a Baby" bag from the hospital, they included a coupon for many monies off of a portrait package at Sears. Also, Sears has a 20% military discount for pics. I don't know if they stack, but I'm not above finding out. Yay savings!

I pretty much spent all of December and half of November crocheting various Christmas gifts. I thought this would burn me out on yarn craftery for a while, but apparently I was wrong. I started knitting a hat last night. Earflaps! They're so in.

We got a Netflix subscription. $7.99 for all the Bones and Futurama my brain can handle. It's a Christmas miracle!

Camille has an appointment to get Pediarix Hib today. I've decided that Pediarix is on the no-no list. As in, "no, no, Camille will NOT be getting this shot." Pediarix is basically just TDaP, Hep B, and Polio all mixed together. My opinion on the matter is, she's already getting Hep B and Polio separately, why does she need it more?

She doesn't.

So instead of getting Pediarix, we'll be getting the normal TDaP. Polio and Hep B will be received as already planned.

Momma Ain't Playin' No Mo'

Daily walks are apparently not having the effect I had so hoped for: to eject the Beast in a timely fashion.

Therefore, I've stepped up my induction attempts.

Before I get snargled at, YES I am aware that attempting natural induction techniques before 40 weeks is generally recommended against. However, I don't give a fuck. Besides, they won't even work if I'm not already ready for labor. And I'm ready. Yes, yes I am. Mentally, anyway.

Here are my newest induction attempts. Evening Primrose Oil contains prostoglandins (which I have already blogged about - basically, they soften the cervix), and the Raspberry Leaf tea tones the uterus and can cause contractions.

Basil and oregano also have contraction-causing properties, so I'm going to be eating a lot of pasketti with basil-and-oregano-infused pasta sauce.

Like I already said, I know that none of these substances will cause me to go into labor if I'm not already ready to do so. And I don't want to go into labor if I'm not ready for it. However, I'll be 40 weeks on Wednesday (and I know it's exactly 40 weeks because I know exactly which day I ovulated on), which means I'M READY, GODDAMMIT!!

I made hats.

Go Utes!

Heart Hat

(the heart is kinda hard to see)

Public Service Announcement: if you're going to attempt to shave your legs whilst 9 1/2 months pregnant, exercise extreme caution, or else this might be you:

I didn't die of blood loss or anything, but it definitely stung! But now I have baby-smooth legs to enjoy. I don't know about anyone else, but I think few things feel as nice as getting into bed after having just shaved my legs. ^_^