So, all of a sudden it seems that baby girl is due in five weeks. Of course, this realisation has hit me like a ton of bricks (or a teeny foot in the ribcage in the middle of the night?). Obviously I already realised I was having a baby. But then one day last week, I woke up and it dawned on me: I’m HAVING A BABY! SOON!
I have found my head spinning with new, unanswerable questions. Who will she look like? How will she sound when she cries? Will she like me? What if she’s not a she? What if I’m the worst mother in the history of the world?
I have found my solace, this week, in crochet.
I have also been acquiring hand-me-downs. Generations of hand-me-downs.
This is the blanket my great-grandma crocheted for my brother when he was born. He was her first great-grandchild. I remember her, vaguely. She died when I was three. She was ninety-one. I remember we crashed the car on the way to her funeral.
This is the blanket my grandma knitted for me when I was born. I was her first granddaughter. She’s still with us, and very much looking forward to meeting her first great-granddaughter, although she can’t knit any more because her hands shake too much and she has arthritis in her knuckles.
This is the tiny baby poncho my (thoroughly uncrafty) mum bought my brother when he was born. Hello seventies!
And finally, this is the start of the blanket I am making for my daughter when she is born:
It’s the sunburst pattern again, after finally working out my hooky issues, in my favourite ever baby yarn – Rico Baby Classic DK. I even managed to incorporate my little stash from waybackwhen, along with a few new colours. I’m trying to get enough pink in there to make it girly, without passing over the boundary with sickly. I think it’s working, so far.