SophieThe sweater was beginning to resemble an actual sweater. Which, considering my complete lack of experience a few months ago, felt like a great achievement.I sat comfortably in the living room with a basket of yarn beside me and knitting needles in my hand.My mother-in-law would probably be proud. The thought made me smile.When she'd first introduced me to knitting, I'd nearly stabbed myself three separate times.Apparently, there was a learning curve. Who knew?Now, however, I was making progress.Maybe it was slow, but at least it was progress nonetheless.The soft blue yarn rested against my fingers as I worked. I'd chosen blue because it was neutral enough. At least according to me.We still didn't know whether the baby was a boy or a girl. And we aren't looking to find out. We want it to be a surprise when the baby comes. As long as they were healthy, that was all that mattered.A smile tugged at my lips as I glanced down at the half-finished sweater.The baby wasn't e
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