Why I've been so quiet.

 

This little sweater is called Bombay Love.  I made it for a certain someone who will be joining our family around the middle of September.  The white is a super wash wool I had a little left over of and the other is the Donegal tweed I have so much of.  I'm saving the button choice for after we find out the gender.
I feel very lucky that the first trimester has so far been much, much easier on me that it was with the Bug.  But it is a time of very low productivity (at least outwardly.)  A time for resting and dreaming and doing the work you can while your feet are up and the dog is curled next to you.  So, you can imagine, I'll have a few crochet projects to share in the coming weeks...
I've been waiting to say anything here until I had told the Bug.  It was weird because I really had no idea how he would take it.  If he would care or get upset or ask lot's of questions.  And (have you noticed?) I am terrible at keeping secrets.
So the other night I told him and he asked where the baby was.
"It is in my belly."
"Can it come out and play?"
"Well, not till the end of summer.  It has to get bigger."
"Okay."
And not a word about it since.  Really, the best thing I could have hoped for.  Like when your dog meets a new dog and they sniff and then ignore each other.  Perfect.