I had intended to make this for the #SHBsewalong during the month of April, but got sidetracked after I started the HUGE project of moving my craft room to the basement to convert it into a nursery. Because I’m a little OCD when it comes to organization, I took that opportunity to completely reorganize and inventory my crafting supplies, which took the better part of a month. At this juncture, most everything is moved down stairs, so I can now get some sewing in, even though the space isn’t finished being setup.
Anyway, I made this sleep sack from some very soft fleece I had in my stash and using the pattern for McCalls 4236. I made View A in size Medium, hoping that it will fit baby when he’s 3-6 months next winter.
This View has some attached mittens that I thought would be a must for cozy winter hibernation.
The creature on the front is an elephant, though I’m not sure if anyone but me can discern its elephant-ness.
I decided to affix snaps up the front instead of a zipper, as per the pattern, because I thought it would be handy to be able to open the sleep sack from either end – – from below, to make diaper changes quick and easy, without having to take off the whole sack.
In pregnancy news, I’ve made it to 26 weeks and I feel HUGE. Below is my view looking down (taken at 25 weeks, so I’m even bigger now). People at work say things to me, such as, “You’re tiny!” but I think they’re not being honest…. Josh is better at validating my feelings of hugeness. I’ve gained about 20 pounds so far and it blows my mind that I still have about 14 weeks to go. Another thing that blows my mind is that I was looking at preemie viability statistics and, if baby were born today, he would have an 80% chance of surviving outside of the womb. That statistic actually gives me a lot of peace of mind… obviously, I want to carry him to full term. Anyway, I’ve actually finished knitting a sweater that I’m working on a pattern for (!!!) and I’m hoping to get that nicely photographed soon, which will mean that I might have some nice photos of my pregnant self, rather than downward-looking selfies from my phonecamera in my cat-hair covered pajamas.