So Many Socks

At the time I am writing this I have just arrived home from our first day back at school post-Spring Break.

Today also marks week 34 of my pregnancy. Evidently these two events combine to create one epically tired Faith. I'm feeling very stagnated creatively as I stare down the barrel at the last six weeks before our life here changes forever. Will I have time to knit? Will I still be able to put words together to write? Will my cooking become nothing more than what I find in the frozen food section? And what will happen to my sewing ambitions?

Yeah, it can get rather overwhelming.

I think this is why I've been so determined to cast on all the things. I know a lot of people who are trying to simplify and knit more intentionally. And I want to be that kind of person. I do! I had that great ambition to knit up old wips as a way to minimize clutter around the apartment and it worked. For a while. But now? I have no idea what I'll be like as the mother of a newborn and I'm starting to feel a little panic. And how better to express panic than to cast on endless socks?

Right now I'm only at three, but I have many more plans for more. At the same time I'm having a hard time focusing on these because there's so much more I want to knit. I finally finished my Waiting for Rain (pictures to come, I swear) and should work on my Looking at Her Shawl but I have my heart set on starting a Sizzle Pop soon. Because what my pregnancy brain needs is to learn brioche. Oh, and did I mention I still have another sweater to knit Eggbert before the impending arrival?

Clearly I've lost my mind. If you need me, I'll be rocking in the corner trying to make these socks knit themselves.