This scarf and I have spent quite a few long nights together. So much that before I sent it to my brother I hugged it a little, for being so patient as I cursed through every urpy-heartburn-burp while knitting it...in front of the television, as the night turned into dawn and turned into, fully, the next day.
I think I had spent the last week on the couch, anticipating the next irregular contraction and the burn of the next wave of reflux, along with this scarf. The staggered rib was a fairly easy pattern to remember, and it brought me solace that the minutes will pass, and soon, Baby will be here.
I blew through the two skeins of yarn I had just mindlessly muddling through the dark hours. And although the pattern and yarn were both simple, the total effect was pretty awesome.
Well, I like it anyway...
And now that it's out of my hands, I have to think of the next little thing to knit...because I don't see the insomnia abating, not until at least when Baby comes, when insomnia will eventually turn into exhaustion.
I'm ready Baby! Bring it!
