I had a stretch and sweep on Friday. Already 2cm dilated I was kind of hoping that we’d see some labour action this weekend. Maybe not. Murphy’s law would have it that now that I am organised and relatively mentally ready (as much as you can be in that completely terrified kind of way) baby would not be ready to come.
The “to-do” list has many checks: bedroom reshuffle – done, bags packed – done, birth plan – written, new pram – purchased, baby clothes – washed, frozen dinners – made, new car – bought (but not collected – just waiting for the finance paper work to be finalised), mega-grocery shop – done…
So now it is just waiting.
I finished my second quilt whilst waiting, hand sewing the binding whilst watching the final episode of Call The Midwife (season one). I was hoping that finishing a quilt and finishing a season was a bit of an omen. Clearly not.
I just improvised this quilt. It’s pretty simple, but I did manage to do mitred corners on the border and binding. I was pretty chuffed with that. I’m really getting into this quilt making caper. There is something very cathartic about it, something wholesome and nurturing that in a strange way makes me feel connected to women throughout the ages. Can’t explain why, but that is how the process leaves me feeling.
There have been a number of things I’ve done this weekend in an effort to get this labour moving. Yesterday I dragged the family out in the rain for a walk around a local swamp and today with the finer weather we undertook some beach walking. The children had the most marvellous times – puddle jumping yesterday and beaching combing today. They were way too busy collecting to sit still and have a photo taken with their Mama.
There is a third quilt waiting for its binding to be finished… maybe when I finish that one baby will come. I do so hope so because I don’t have the mind set to start any new projects and once that quilt is finished there is just a bit of knitting to do to keep me distracted during this waiting game.
Waiting. Waiting. Waiting.
Red and Blue Quilt (for lack of a better name)
98cm x 100cm
quilted in the ditch (& rather wonky)