Another afghan story

This is a piece of an afghan I knit for a friend of mine during the last month of my pregnancy. I spent my early labour knitting and when I couldn't follow the pattern anymore it was time to head to the hospital. When I got back I had one of thirty colour changes left to do. The pattern is called the feather and came from one of those books on weekend knits. I have yet to accomplish an afghan in an weekend but I have spend weekends knitting. Is there anyone out there who has done this remarkable feat?
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Before I was a mom.....

Before I was a mom, I never tripped over toys or forgot words to a lullaby. I didn't worry whether or not my plants were poisionous. I never thought about immunizations.

Before I was a mom, I had never been puked on. Pooped on  Peed on. Chewed on. I had complete control of my mind and my thoughts. I slept all night.

Before I was a mom, I never held down a crying baby so doctors could do tests. Or take blood. I never looked into teary eyes and cried. I never got gloriously happy over a simple grin.I never sat up at night just to watch a baby sleep.

Before I was a mom, I never held a sleeping baby just because I didn't want to put it down. I never felt my heart break into a milllion pieces when I couldn't stop the hurt. (either the hurts of today or tomorrow) I never knew that something so small could make me feel so important and happy. I never knew Icould love someone so much. I never knew I would love being a mom.

Before I was a mom, I didn't know the feeling of having my heart outside my body. I didn't know how special it could feel to feed a hungry baby. I didn't know that bond between a mother and her child. I didn't know something so small could make me feel so important and happy.

Before I was a mom, I had never gotten up in the middle of the night every ten minutes to make sure all was okay. I had never known the warmth, the joy, the love, the heartache, the wonderment or the satisfaction of being a mom.

I didn't know I was capable of feeling so much before I was a mom.   Anonymous.

Rather than re-tracing my footsteps I've chosen to share with you these words which sum up the time lapse since I've blogged. And the knitting I will show you.