I have a serious case of mushbrain. It's terrible -- I try to play sudoku, and it's taking me about twice as long as usual to finish a puzzle (when I can finish them). I try to read through my blogs (over 130 in my Bloglines, and counting) and I can barely focus. Normally I am a regular commenter, but lately the effort of even putting together a coherent sentence as simple as "nice socks!" has eluded me.
The project above is a Bella non-garter Log Cabin baby blanket -- the Honey Comb stitch version in three colors (cream, sky blue, and navy.) I started it thinking it might make good "hospital knitting" for while I'm in labor, but now I'm starting to think I might finish it before I even go into labor. It's perfect mushbrain knitting -- there's enough going on to keep me interested, but it's still simple enough that my hands can work on autopilot most of the time. It's about all I can handle right now, and it's perfect.
The mushbrain, I believe, is all little dude's fault. He is smugly comfortable right where he is, and he is not going to budge anytime soon. In the meantime, I am getting very little sleep, and even less quality sleep. I know, I know, this is supposed to be some sort of hazing ritual so that I will be prepared for the interrupted nights when little dude actually arrives, but I will happily trade this pre-baby sleep for post-baby sleep -- at least being awakened by a crying baby isn't physically painful. Being awakened by intense "practice" contractions, leg cramps, backaches, and heartburn is.
Overall, I'm not nervous about labor and delivery -- not because I am expecting it to be easy, but because I know it will be difficult. I can deal with that. One thing I'm a little concerned about, however, is just how "little" little dude is going to end up being. A quick look at family history suggests he'll be at least an 8-pounder. Jason was 8lbs at birth, I was 8lbs 13oz, and -- just to get a sense of what the upper limit might be -- my brother weighed a staggering 10lbs, 10oz. Any guesses? Leave yours in the comments -- just as with the due date guesses, I'll award whoever is closest with a gift of something nifty from my stash.