His big brother came three weeks early.
My daughter-in-law’s mother had her kids early like that, too.
I figure I’ve got me about a week to finish this and everything else I can think of. And after all the decades of not wanting to knit baby sweaters or booties, of fighting too hard against the knitting-is-for-grandmas stereotype (I mean, I was ten when I started…) on my second go-round now of actually being a grandma I think I’m finally getting over myself; I can’t wait to knit a baby sweater after this afghan is done. There is hope!
(But just in case I waver, I’m outing myself. Again. Peer pressure: it’s a good thing.)