My husband says I am obsessed...

My husband said this weekend that I was obsessed with tatting. He might be right.
This last weekend we had our fourth child.
I had a undefined goal in the back of my mind. I wanted to finish a wreath and a four leaf clover before he was born. The wreath was easy, I was just getting settled in, paperwork and the like. Then came the Shamrock.

Now, that's not hard time wise... but here's the challenge, I was in good labor by then...
and I am one of those nutty people who like to do it "natural."

No matter. So between contractions I tatted, and in some cases un-tatted, when I counted wrong or missed a join or whatever. I tatted in transition. Not because I am awesome... but because I am obsessed... apparently. It helped me concentrate on something else and I completed the goal... other than pulling the last ring tight because my hands were too sweaty by that point and I was ready to push. I think I have pretty easy labors.

So here is baby Gideon and his Lucky Shamrock.

This Tattie isn't for sale though... (like you'd want it anyway). It's going in Gideon's baby book.