I just need to get to the tree!!!

I remember as a child the longest night of the year. Christmas Eve. The day itself was long but the night was pure torture. I would go to bed and lie there, my thoughts going crazy in a tumble of places. I wasn't asleep so if Santa got here, would he really leave because I was awake? If not, would he be scary and would everyone hear me scream? If he came and I was asleep, what would he leave behind? Was it the blue two-wheel girl's bicycle I had asked for? Would it be coal like my Uncle Darryl got when he was a kid because of all the bad things I had done over the past 12 months? I would lie there, hearing my sisters, who shared one room across the hall, whispering and would long to cross the hall and join them but didn't dare chance it. After finally falling asleep, I would wake up several times during the night. Sometimes I would cross the hall, wake up the sisters and we would slowly creep downstairs, past Bill and Kay's room, and peer into the kitchen....yep, cookies were eaten!!! Then we'd creep further, into the living room and see, yep, stuff is under the tree!!!

Every day and night are Christmas Eve for me right now. I just never get to the tree. Just waiting and waiting with so much excitement and anxiety. Everything is ready and done. Nothing to do but think about it. It's now 8 days past my due date. Will the Wee One ever really get here? Is this all a dream? Did I just gain a lot of weight, mostly in my tummy region and maybe there is no Wee One after all? Nature Boy and I joke and sigh and I break down at times. There is not much else to do. I have tried all the natural induction methods (except for castor oil and evening primrose oil) known to man by now and all I can say is they are hogwash! Someone is somewhere laughing at all the women who are trying these things knowing full well they don't work. I have meditated on being "open;" I have read a Native American birthing story to the Wee One aloud whilst lying in the bath. I have had many talks with the Wee One, from encouraging to pleading to threatening the Wee One they are grounded already for being so late. So far there has been no response.

The midwife just called to confirm tomorrow's appointment. HA! Oh how I long to call them and be all, hi I'm in labor now...

Here are some shots of the Garter Stitch Kimono for Wee One:

It's flying along but I fear I will be soon running out of yarn. Always happens to me with garter stitch, I forget how it just sucks up the yarn as opposed to stockinette. I am going to knit the entire sweater in this neutral color and once Wee One gets here, will select another color to crochet around the neckline, sleeve edges and bottom edge with. Most of Wee One's wardrobe is very neutral, it will be exciting to pick out something a bit more bright and personal to them once they get here. Wee One can't live in my uterus forever, right?