I've come halfway on this second baby blanket, and determined that I hate it. I thought it would be a nice complement to the grey tweedy one, but instead it looks like a cheap acrylic piece of garbage that I want to kill. (Whoa, hormones!)
I'm always inexplicably drawn to yarn in this wheaty, poopy yellow, and I imagine I'll use it for something great for myself one day. In the meantime, Baby will have one handmade blanket (as did the Little One, so really, this is for the best).
Speaking of Baby, we are one day past due, and time has already slowed to a crawl. It's going to be a long haul if s/he is as late as the Little One was, which was twelve days! We've entered into a nice, peaceful pre-baby hibernation mode, though, and it feels right. The windows are cracked open and fresh Spring air is filling the apartment, the laundry baskets are empty (!!!), the freezer is full of food, and we are savouring our last moments as a little family of three.