Sleep that knits up the ravell’d sleeve of care,
The death of each day’s life, sore labour’s bath,
Balm of hurt minds, great nature’s second course,
Chief nourisher in life’s feast,–
Shakespeare, Macbeth 2.2.37-40
Ever since my Easter post, I’ve been fairly quite here on Whole Cloth. I’ve missed making regular posts, although I have a good reason. Just a few weeks after posting about how sewing my Easter dress helped me mourn my second miscarriage, my husband and I learned we are pregnant again.
Now at 15 weeks, I am rejoicing to have come farther along than ever before. However, between the physical and emotional exhaustion of the first trimester I have been doing a lot of…..well, sleeping, as my quote today hinted.
I work a 9-5 job and live in a community for the formerly homeless, so my writing time is pretty limited, and usually only happens if I can get up an hour or two before I need to get ready for work. For the last few months, I’ve stepped away from my keyboard and let sleep knit the raveled sleeve of so many cares. (And for my fellow nerds, I should note that “sleeve” here is not the arm of a garment, but an archaic word–usually spelled sleave–meaning a skein of wool or thread).
Three months into this pregnancy, I’m feeling more energetic and peaceful, though the road to our due date (Christmas Eve!) still feels very far away. Hopefully all that extra sleep has done its work, and I’ll be back with more to share with you over the rest of the summer.
Photo Credit: Photo by Uva Rova from Pexels. Used with permission.