Days pregnant: 52 U.S., 38 Europe
Well if this isn’t the sweetest thing in the whole world: my mom called today to say she is going to knit a blanket for my wife and the baby as a surprise, and wanted to know what colors would be good. I said we weren’t going to find out the sex, so she settled on pale yellow, lime green, and lavender I think. (Or some such unisex combination, because I’d hate my baby to be gay because I gave it a pink blanket*.)
* Seriously, that was a joke. If you don’t know that, you should probably not read this blog.
Here’s what makes it uber-sweet: When my last niece was born, 10 years ago, my mom knitted a blanket for my sister. Before knitting, my wife and my mom were pattern shopping. And mind you, this is 10 years ago. The pattern packet my mom bought had two patterns. My wife liked pattern A, and my sister liked pattern B. So my mom knitted pattern B. But she kept Pattern A. For 10 years, hoping this day would come. My dad even joked with her, “There’s no way you’ll be able to find that.” Well, sure enough, my mom – who I should point out is perhaps the most organized person on the face of the planet – knew exactly where she put the pattern, and voila! She found it.
I can’t wait until my wife finds out. Really, 10 years. That’s pretty awesome. I mean, it’s not the surprise to end all surprises. But still, that’s the kind of thing (I assume) women love. It’s like when sitcom audiences go, “Awwwwwwww.”
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