19 July 2010
I'm spending my fourth day at home nursing a head cold. The annoying thing about head colds when you're pregnant is that you just have to grin and bear it. None of the pill assisted soldiering on that I usually undertake. Instead, plenty of Vitamin C, salt gargles and nose spray, and paracetamol to ease the pain. A mini movie marathon (a mix of historical fashions, fantasy, girlie eye candy and general chick flick fodder) and lots of extracurricular naps have been accompanied by the sound of knitting being frogged in preparation for re-construction, and some cotton dishcloths being knitted because I can't get my brain around the re-construction options. Today I'm intending to extend myself by trying to complete some work from home. This is usually a no-go-zone for me, but the deadline is tomorrow, and it just has to get done. At least this way I don't have to deal with the commute and the cold air and the need to talk with people (other than my doctor). And if I feel the urge to nap in the middle of it I can.
The frogging: A striped cardigan I finished knitting in 2004 and have only worn a handful of times. As much as I love the colours, I just don't feel comfortable wearing such vibrant clothes. When I was pregnant with C I had decided I should frog it (or most of it at least) and turn it into a baby blanket. That was as far as the project got at the time, but now that I'm pregnant again, and time has further eased the memory of the work involved in the original garment, and I'm in need of something mindless to do, frogging it seemed like a fun thing to get on with. At least I feel like I've been able to make a step forward on something in the last few days.