drippy songs

it's drippy outside and it took me four tries to get up the driveway into the garage- oh heated driveway- when will you work for me?
it feels like everybody i know is pregnant! good timing guys. its the most amazing feeling to have a person growing and changing inside your (well for me) (almost) stomach. (peanut is super high up in there) (which i think was smart of her to nest so high because now she can have room growing down and be done at the end and ready to come out!)
i know i've said it, and i'm going to say it over and over again- but i am so in love with her! she's my little girl, and i wish i had an ultrasound machine in my house so i could watch her waving and kicking and sucking her fingers and moving all day and listen to her beautiful heartbeat.

it's kind of life changing to know a mother's love.

there isn't anything like it in the world. it makes me appreciate my own mother so much more.
it also makes me a little crazy.
like, things make me cry that never ever made me cry before- movies (TANGLED?!), people (job searching is just hard), uncomfortable situations, baking, mail, flowers, snow. stuff like that.

and then there's stuff i want to do that is crazy like ice skating, moving boxes, couches, and other things (im not handicapped! im just pregnant!) freak dancing (this one is def off the list since i hurt my stomach last time i did it- and i dont mean dirty dancing i just mean dancing like a FREAK by myself next to brandon doing his own freak thing, which i recommend highly to any married or well, anybody. especially to the tune of body movin by beastie boys, i'm serious.) painting peanut's little bedroom, the fumes are terrible. and sledding. i really want to go sledding.

so santa, bring me sledding next year for christmas!
santa come early!

i had an epiphany yesterday about music. i was singing in the kitchen and it's been a while since i felt peanut move and she started doing her own groove thing and it was awesome! and i thought about how my love for music must have started when i was very young- probably in my moms tummy myself because my mom was ALWAYS singing, all the time. i love that.
peanut likes the piano too, and i'm trying hard to pick up where i left off when i was .... 9 years old? and had more important things to do (like hiding messages in the stone walls like the indians did in connecticut, which unfortunately turned into a sad thing because i was too small to understand that water destroys paper)

so piano took a back seat, especially since my older sister lachelle- who is the most brilliant pianist i know, was practicing at that time she was like 13 or so? she was practicing 3 HOURS A DAY. so there just wasn't time for me :]. which was fine with me...

she still can play so beautifully. and i... can play simple hymns... simply. :]

anyways, peanut likes my sad sight reading- good thing she has nothing to compare it to. it's good to hear music in a home again. brandon asks me why i didn't go into singing for my major while i was chopping up some veggies and i turned and told him that he knew why and that i cant preform for people, which started a new bout of aint that a shame- and then he told me to get over it and i told him to get over it. and peanut danced.