Well now it’s Sunday, July 5. And yes, I’m still pregnant. Let’s just get that one out of the way at the start. On Thursday I was up at the University and I saw Aaron’s boss. He said that if my belly were on TV, people would think it was one of those fake pregnancy bellies because it’s so big and round and out there. I told him that there’s a chance Aaron would be back at work on Monday (we got a long weekend because of the holiday). Argh. Well now I have no doubt he’ll be at work tomorrow. There’s absolutely nothing going on in my uterus. It’s like cricket sounds in there. Punchy hasn’t even dropped yet and is still kicking around in there like she just don’t care.

Of course in the meantime I’m swollen and miserable and (as Sullivan would say) BIG (but he would say it with both of his little arms thrown into the air).

And this was a holiday weekend. And I live in Indiana. And I can’t think of anything that Hoosier’s treasure more (other than basketball, of course) than fireworks. In the town I live in there are at least three or four firework stores. Like, big outlets devoted entirely to peddling small explosives that people set off in their backyard. We bought some on Friday from a family friend’s store — small things like bottle rockets and sparklers and a fountain. Sullivan loved it. He kept asking for more after each one would pop and he’d ooooh and aaaah. Last night the city’s official fireworks got rained out (it was really only drizzly), but Aaron and Sullivan walked to the nearby park to sit on top of the slides and watch everyone else in town set off fireworks — big ones that explode in the sky.

Since I can no longer sit close enough to my sewing machine desk to reach what I’m sewing, I spent the weekend learning how to crochet amigurumi. I’m mildly obsessed with kawaii cute (like, if I weren’t 28 and married and an old mom, I’d totally have a Hello Kitty bedspread or something) things, so this was a craft I naturally gravitated toward.

At first I wasn’t sure how the pattern I was following could possibly become a cute pink bunny. Cute pink brassiere, maybe, but eventually it did work! And it was surprisingly easy. I tried to make a toad yesterday but it turned out awful and I unraveled it. The one thing I can say about crochet — it’s a lot easier to rip out stitches than with sewing!

I joined Ravelry and am finding tons and tons of patterns I want to try out. I already broke the one rule I made for myself when I decided to learn crochet last week — that is, I bought three more balls of yarn (to make the amigurumi) and another crochet hook. This brings my total yarn stash to 7 balls of yarn (I used an entire pink one for the bunny) and two crochet hooks. Not bad. I can still restrain myself. I don’t know enough about yarn to spend lots of money on it anyway.

Here’s my Sunday Stash (since that’s what today’s post is supposed to be about):

It’s Anna Maria Horner’s Good Folks. I originally bought these with the intention of doing some kind of quilt, but I’m honestly not much of a quilting girl. Oh sure, I love the look and idea of making quilts, but frankly, I’d rather make clothes, hats and bags. I think these fabrics would be perfect for an awesome gift for a really good friend who has been so helpful during my pregnancy (and I don’t think she reads my blog — and if she does, well, she can just be excited and pretend not to know I’m going to make her an awesome gift). They’re all so beautiful — I just picked five of the dozen that I liked the best (and it’s really hard to choose). When I lose my baby bump, I’m going to get some yardage to make some dresses (for me, of course!). I actually sort of love all her fabric collections. She just might be my favorite designer.

Awesome husband who is awesome made four loaves of zucchini bread (I’m sure the recipe will land on his blog later, since he was really excited about this giant zucchini he found at the farmer’s market) and I’m drinking coffee and I have this distraction as well, trying to explain to me that the leggo configuration in his hands is a truck and truck is nice and mommy see? truck!