Burp Burp Burp

It's Sunday, the Holy Day, the Day of Rest, and what am I doing?

Blogging. Duh.

I remember back at the NIH how the woman behind me took out her knitting and did this weird version of throwing her yarn, but she would hand it from right to left then back. I thought throwing at all made things difficult (even though that's how I do it) but sheesh. Whatever she was making was gorgeous, though.

I'm making a baby-to-be-blanket! Actually, I'm making two, one boy colored and one girl colored. I'll find out at the end of September which blanket to keep making, because at the rate I'm going I won't be done by then. I think that's the most exciting part of the pregnancy, finding out the gender. It'll definately be more exciting than my constant nausea, heartburn, burping (which I had NEVER done before now) and vomiting episodes. Down 15 pounds, and I STILL feel fat. Probably because everything is shrinking except my gut; I look like I have a beerbelly, INHO.

Anyway, I have between 12 and 16 squares done for the blankets, and 2 more cast on, so I should work on that - I need 98. And then I have to figure out how to put it together, cause everything I've ever made has been one big block.

Oh! And school starts back up in 4 days.
It's the final countdown! (Cue pyrotechnics)

August in the Suburbs

11 days until school starts. I never thought about it while I was a student, but do you have any idea what TEACHERS go through during this countdown? I'm just as nervous about new students as I was about new peers! I've had some.... colorful (ehmm) characters the past couple of years, and I'm always a little worried about personality conflicts. We will just have to see.
In other news, I've been on 100% bedrest since we got back from DC. :( Today was the first day there was no morning sickness, and thank God for it! I really wanted to get some knitting done before school, but with training all this week, and my sudden loathe of my current WIP, I'm pretty sure nothings going to be accomplished. If I frog one more project I'm going to give up on knitting altogether. (That was a joke. Although.....)
11 days must be a joke. I only have 1 weekend left! Jeeze Louise.

DC the Finale

It's so nice to be home!

Tuesday was Dr day. NIH was amazing, everyone was really nice - compared to the rest of the trip it was like a different world. Barbara, Dads nurse, said "A knitter! I knew I liked you!" and like that I made an insta friend by knitting in a waiting room. She's sending me cute baby patterns :)
Wednesday I disappointed Dad by not being impressed by the white house. I lived in a white house too, for 18 years, no one stood outside my door taking pictures. Thank God. That'd be awkward.
Now its back in TTown :) I've never been so happy to be home.
Dr tomorrow (for me!) Wish me luck!

My Trip to DC, Part 1

So, here I am, Miss Midwest, in our nations great capitol. The sights are amazing; the people, not so much.
A guy was getting off the metro and saw my Dad looking at his map and asked us if we needed help. I nearly hugged him.
For two days I have not heard one please, one thank you, one "Have a nice day". Men don't give up their seats for women on the train, no one holds doors open for other people, and apparently they have outlawed all smiling. An older gent in a wheelchair who had been asking for change on the sidewalk rolled up to a Dunkin Donuts as I was walking by and I asked if I could get the door for him, and while I know this was a "Duh" question, he looked at me like I was scum for asking, and didn't say a word (especially thanks) while I stood there drenched in sweat with sore feet holding the door.
I also haven't seen many small children, which in my opinion is a good thing, because these people should not mate.
Better news, I have figured out how to function in a faster paced city. I know which train to take (the guy in the metro confirmed to Dad that the train I was telling him to get on was the right one. Thank you, whoever you were. I love being right.) And I can get around without a map. Not because I know where everything is, I swear I have a built in TomTom. Like ToriTori. :)
At this moment I'm sitting in the Mexican restaraunt attached to our inn in Bethesda, Maryland. Great food. The chinese takeout down the street however, pales in comparison to Kit's TakeeOutee back home. I could go for some of their Veggie Fried Rice right about now. But really, when couldn't I?
Tomorrow is Dads testing @ the Medical Center. I'm tagging along (moral support) and plan on getting a lot of knitting done. I started a light pink baby blanket on the first plane here. (We transfered in Atlanta and DANG was that airport full of some hot service men. Our flight was delayed an hour and I had never been so happy in my life!) I'm already tired of it and wishing I had opted for a patch blanket instead, 200 sts of the same color over and over is mind numbing. My flight attendant, Kenny, threatened to unravel it if I didn't finish the whole thing, and I'm wishing I had let him. He looked like Elton John, I liked him. But then again, who doesn't like Elton John look alikes?

I almost forgot my fav part!
Last night while having an early dinner at the first restaraunt we could find, Dad was up ordering and the guy next to me turns and says loudly "Girl, where are you from?", to which I replied "Tulsa." He looked surprised and asked "Arizona?" and I said "You mean Tucson." He raised one eyebrow and asked "So are you from Arizona or Canada?"