Based on everything I know about myself, I thought that if I ever did manage to get pregnant, I would spend my entire pregnancy with knitting needles in my hands.
Turns out I don't know myself that well.
Am I knitting?
But not the way I thought I would.
Instead of a long list of blankets and booties and sweaters and hats, and hours pouring over patterns... I'm making one blanket.
Now, it's a doozy of a blanket. Multiple balls of yarn working at all times, a complicated pattern, twelve different colors... probably the most challenging thing I've ever done, aside from some Fair Isle knitting and the miscellaneous fisherman's sweater.
And it's going to be beautiful. Something I hope my daughter will be able to save and pass on to her children, the way my step-mom passed the quilt my grandmother made for my father on to me.
Just like Little Girl.