Baby Blues

At some point in the past year, I must have accidentally entered a time machine and was sent straight back to 1952. How else to account for the baby boom I'm currently living through? I just finished one blanket and one sweater, and now I've got three more pieces of baby gear to bang out. Instead of grabbing the needles and yarn though, I've been having a little bit of an existential crisis.

One of the moms-to-be is pretty much my age. Now, I've heard of plenty of people I knew back in high school in Guelph getting pregnant. And by "heard" I mean "seen their Facebook pic get replaced with a photo of a newborn." But, you know. As of today they haven't been friends I was particularly close to. I could still pretend to be living in a bubble of eternal irresponsibility and cheap beer! I was barely making my credit card payment AND LOVING IT!

Alright, so not really, but a friend having a baby has made me selfishly obsessed with what the hell is going on in my life. It's not that I want a kid now - I still haven't decided what I'm doing in that area, except if and when such a thing appears it will be named Butch and it will be made to skate, damnit - but it's just that I'm so far from a place where that would even be imaginable, for personal and professional reasons, that I'm worried at some point it will be a decision made by my biology and not my free will. And even if that doesn't end up being an issue, I will still end having to face at some point... reluctantly... with annoyance.... that I'm getting old.

I guess I better get back to knitting, because that's one way of working out my snarled thoughts. And it will be something like this Seamless Baby Kimono for all of them, or maybe a big blanket that has "WHY NOW?" spelled out in intarsia.