The power of denial

I am a knitter in some serious trouble. I've been deluding myself for a long time now, but I need to face the hard truth.

I have many many friends who are expecting babies. All of these babies are due in late June and early July.

There's E, my high school best friend; she needs something super special.

There's J & J; they've had a rought time getting and staying pregnant and I'd like to do something really nice for them as well.

There's L. She's another HS friend, one I've only recently come back in touch with. Definitely needs at least a small something to welcome the new one. Her's needs sending off early, since she's over in Britain.

There's C. She's an online-only friend, but one who I really like, and I don't need to tell y'all that online-only does not necessarily mean not-as-good-as. She's had a tough stretch of it as well, definitely needs cute handknits for cheering.

There's M. Another online friend who I've met a few times in real life.

Okay, that's five, and I know I'm forgetting at least one. I've been blithely sailing along, not worrying about it - after all, there's not due until summer! I have plenty of time! I have less than three months. Maybe even less than that, since there will be showers, and present due then instead of when the babies are born. I need to get cracking.

I was reminded today of the super cute and relatively easy baby kimone sweater - I suspect I'm going to be whipping out a few of those real soon.