Honeybee*Hill

I am still pregnant. Officially my due date is Thursday, but I’m so so so done with being pregnant. The above picture? See how huge I am? Yeah, it’s worse now (that was ten days ago!!). And I’m swollen. And I haven’t worn proper pants in a week and a half because they’re uncomfortable. And I can’t do any gardening because if I bend over or sit down on the ground I can’t get back up. So come hell or highwater, I will have a baby by next week… one way or another, she’s gonna come out.

Probably the worst part of waiting around is the waiting around part. I put my etsy shop on vacation because I was getting slower and slower with shipping things out — and I didn’t want to have outstanding orders on the off chance that I went into labor before they were finished up. Well I’ve been bored out of my skull ever since. I’ve only been able to do a little bit of crafting; a dress for the wee babe, baby shoes. I watched Aaron and Sullivan harvest our garlic, learned to crochet (and made my crochet tote bag from a vintage tea towel):

ate a lot of fig & goat cheese bruschetta (and I’m making more today):

dug into some vintage quilting blocks and made a wristlet (this morning):

and read three chapters of Don Quixote for a literature class I’m going to take starting July 6. And of course, I’ve made yoyos. Like a crazy yoyo ma…

I even turned 28. My wonderful husband came home from work early so I could take a nap! And he got me Japanese craft books, Hello Kitty fabric and a totally bootleg Hello Kitty tarot deck for my birthday.

So basically I’ve just been sitting around being frustrated because I’m not getting anything done! Most women want to hurry up and have their babies so they hold and goo and ga over them. Me? I just want her out so I can strap her to my back and get back to business as usual.

You know, whatever that means.