Things are progressing though I am still not holding Ingrid yet. I thought I would share songs that make this hormonal pregnant woman tear up (actually they have that effect even when I am not pregnant; I guess my hippie roots are showing). They aren't new but sometimes I think we need to listen to them anyway.



This last clip is a little odd, what with the quick zoom of the tourist cheese smile, but in a way the man doing prostrations is rather what I feel like over these past few weeks. Letting go of the attachment of calendar times, respecting my body, my child, bowing down to the natural order of things. Okay, hope everyone is well. Take care.