For some reason I seem to get really into knitting is when pregnant. Maybe it's my version of nesting (I certainly don't get any of the normal sort, which apparently involves cleaning. Nasty business).
I am, incidentally, utterly unadventurous with my sock knitting - I like a self patterning yarn (I usually buy Opal or Regia), a plain stockingette sock and sometimes do a garter stitch heel for extra cushioning - although this time I have gone totally wild and done a slip stitch one. I don't think I like it as much though. Pretty rock 'n' roll stuff.
However, the baby is determined to ruin even my sock knitting plans - the baby-in-the-lungs situation I mentioned yesterday makes even sitting down and knitting fairly uncomfortable. In fact I think I can safely say that there is no longer a single position that is remotely comfortable for more than about three minutes now. I am, however, currently boasting the accolade of being the least blossoming/glowing/blooming/contented/earth mother pregnant lady ever.