The calendar doesn't lie

It is really almost Christmas? How did that happen? One minute it is still warm, though I did notice leavings changing color and falling, and the next, we have snow falling and bitter cold. I mean, I did a little Christmas shopping, but that was early, and there was plenty of time. The next thing I know, we have our first family celebration on Sunday. And, you know, did I mention the snow and the cold? We didn't get more than a dusting of the white stuff, but the thermometer this morning reads 7.6 degrees, and that is darn cold.

8 more weeks to the unending pregnancy. A lawyer I work with (well, against, really) commented that I have been "looking maternal" for a long time now. What a nice way to say that I was showing at two months. Right now, I feel the same that I did a week or two before my oldest was born. Unwieldy, uncomfortable, unenergetic, and I still have 8 weeks to go! So there hasn't been much knitting lately. A row here and there, but nothing picture worthy. Resting time is complete resting time. I don't even feel like moving my fingers at such times. I can read, at least. So my mind is not exactly turning to mush just yet.

Meanwhile, I have to come up with one more exchange gift and something to cook before Sunday. Does anyone know how to slow down the calendar? If anyone would figure that out, it would be a knitter with Christmas looming.

Today, it is all about the day counting.