whoa no is right. i cannot gauge bub's love for me by his warm embrace at this juncture, since i only have this one arm complete. but he has some nice necrotic fingertips, and some icky red (and not very colorfast, which only added to the effect) sinew. the fingers slowed me down (i knitted the middle one while awaiting the michael jackson verdict) and i now fear that some people are going to be sad to hear that bub may not make it to the premiere of george a. romero's "land of the dead" a week from today! so much of bub does not exist yet -- torso. feet. other arm. shirt and jacket. shackles.
on top of that, ben had to go have a good idea.
BEN: not that i want to pressure you to knit MORE things, but don't you think bub needs to be eating a person's kidney or something?
ME: you're going to be cooking dinner tonight, i think. i'm going to be busy.
BEN: pizza it is!
so yes, i have begun a human giblet and have a length of nice human tripe ready to affix to bub's lovely and adept little hand, soon. will he really be done in a week? that's so doubtful. but, i suppose, not impossible.