The spoils

The knitting convention went well for me. I did not miss the classes, and I enjoyed the shopping. I was jumping from stand to stand, admiring designs and yarns, complaining with  my friend about the prices and searching for bargains. Infertility and miscarriage did not cross my mind for hours.

Only when we were leaving, as we crossed again the halls of the convention center, was I reminded of the bleeding episode that sent me to bed rest a year ago. And, because we were leaving, the sadness did not last long.

So here you see a bunch of yarn. It will eventually translate into a shawl, a tank top, three hats, five pairs of socks, two pairs of mittens and one big unknown that I just could not resist because it was cheap and beautiful. I am talking about the hank in the bottom, the one that is blue with a little purple in it. It's rayon, and there is enough in it for a tank top,  a shawl, or a scarf.

Please note the absence of baby colors (well, there's the turquoise blue, but that's for my mother). I have enforced a moratorium on knitting baby items. The last baby item I knitted was delivered four months after the baby was born, and it was a mere bib, which shows that I am not even good at finishing baby items anymore.

Some people say that knitting an item for a loved one is like saying "I love you" with every stitch. That's a lot of "I love you's".

When you're infertile and you're knitting a baby item, what you're saying with every stitch could be "When will it be my turn?", "Why was it so easy for them?", "When will I knit something for my own baby?" And so on. It's very unhealthy and I am done with it.

So, I don't care who gets pregnant next, she'll get a $2.00 walmart fleece.