I’m almost done with it. I weighed the yarn, counted rows, and figure that I can knit 3 more cats paw repeats ’til starting the border. The yarn was striping early on, then in the middle of the scarf, gets more to the watercolor look where the colors flow into each other. Now it looks like I’m coming to a stripe of undyed alpaca. Not too thrilled about that. I hope it doesn’t last long.

The dye didn’t really move on the top when I dyed it. I left a little space between the colors because the colors are supposed to move towards one another. They didn’t move much if at all, so I had some undyed fiber between the colors. It really muted the yarn, and after spinning it, as with the yarn for the last scarf, I didn’t think I’d like it. It looked drab. But, as with the last scarf, I really like the way it’s knitting up. It has more color in person that you see in the picture, it’s kind of neutral-ish, but still deep. I wish the beads popped more, but they were the best option I could find.

I think I’m on a lace kick. I’m feeling inspired to finish the hexagon shawl, which will involve spinning some laceweight for the border. And I want to knit about 5 other things from Victorian Lace Today.

BTW- I have an ultrasound on the 22nd in the afternoon.

And I’m not even going to count because I don’t know if it’s going to be a weekly thing again or not. I’ve felt rotten, so Health Group hasn’t even been on my mind.

However, I think I’m solidifying the fact that dairy makes me sick. I’m so incredibly not happy about that. I haven’t figured out if it’s lactose or just dairy. I haven’t been avoiding things with whey in them, but it’s pretty clear that milk, cheese, sour cream, and butter (most likely), are upsetting me. I feel like throwing a tantrum, truth be told. In the words of Prince John from Disney’s Robin Hood, “it’s so miserably unfair!”

I love cheese.

That aside, I did manage to exercise 2 days this week. 30 minutes on the elliptical each time. I’m able to keep up my pre-pregnancy speed, but I don’t increase resistance anymore. It actually feels good to exercise, but I’m never in the mood to do it. The only reason I did it this week is 1., I thought I might actually be able to, and 2., my sister-in-law came over to exercise with me. I’m so glad she did.

So, I’m going to try to make a habit of it. It’ll be an uphill effort each time I’m sure, but I’ll be better off if I do.