The Knitting Confessional

Welcome fellow sinners to the new and improved confessional.  We offer low lighting and a warm, one might even say womb-like space in which to confess your deepest knitting sins real or imagined.  My confession for this month is pretty straight up: knitting for baby while pregnant with said baby.  I didn't.

When I was pregnant with my little Boogie, I had maternal visions of booties and blankies dancing through my head...in between the vomiting and back pain.  I wanted to be all Earth-Mothery and shit.  Instead, I had an attack of "Bizarro Pregnant Woman Behavior."  I was absolutely convinced that if I knit anything for Boogie my pregnancy would end badly.  Did it even matter to me that my pregnancy was picture perfect and normal?  Did I give a flip that the ultrasound showed a completely perfect child? Hell no!  I was utterly and completely convinced that knitting for her would curse us both.  (I was also convinced that Chinese food was from hell and that all meat was foul and rotten.  It was all weird.  Oh yeah.  I also only ate watermelon for the first 3 months.  No kidding.)  I didn't start knitting a darn thing for her until she was 10 months old and it was the infamous dress. 

After Miss B was born, I cranked out a couple of hats but only because I was pretty convinced she was going to stick around for awhile.  'Cause sometimes those newborns decide they picked the wrong mommy and daddy and go lookin' elsewhere for that good love.  It could happen.  After much soul searching and no lack of a guilty feeling on my part, I decided to attempt to recapture my inner earthiness.  (That sounds sort of gross, huh?)  I chose the dress that continues to haunt me to this very day.

It's been neat, though.  I've changed a lot as a knitter and as a mommy. Boogie has probably changed the most.  I'm a little more confident in my knitting though I occasionally over think the obvious when it comes to reading patterns.  I'm a more confident mommy but that may only last until some crazy ass parenting drama comes along.  And my beautiful, smart Boogie just gets cooler everyday.  I'm going to finish the dress even though it's very likely that it won't fit.  There's a lot more to it than just a little dress.

Confession is good for the soul, my friends.  Join in.  Confess.  You know you'll feel better.

Comments

[Susan]

I'm here Chris! Just about to post, too.

[Chris]

Hello?? Susan? Are you home??

[Chris]

I just wanted to thank you for your fabulously sweet comment earlier. I've spent the whole day all misty from the great comments. *sniff*

[thatfarmgirl]

I'm coming right over to steal Cecil. Really.

[Rhelynn]

What a story! I can totally see myself doing something like that with the knitting and the pregnancy.... I grew up in a VERY superstitious household, and J still has to look at me sideways once in a while when I'm off the deep end.

The dress is going to be very special for you and for her when you get it finished. I still have the pink dress and bonnet my mom's friend knit for me when I was born. It never fit, but my mom kept it all of these years. When I got married she wrapped it up for me and said 'Maybe, someday.' ;o)

[Chris]

I already confessed myself all over yesterday's blog post. Oh, wait, that had nothing to do with knitting!

[Chris]

Thanks for sharing the backstory on the dress. Finishing it will mean so much more than simply finishing it - good for you!