Pregnancy Makes Me Dance!

I think that all of this additional blood pumpage is roughing through my system like musical tunes in a club.  I am half surprised that we (you & me babes) have not been caught mid-dance by a realtor yet!  Give me a slow tune and I think that I'm mimicing the grace of a seasoned ballerina who knows The Blues.  Play me some Power 96 booty music and, well, it's safe to say that you're getting a free bounce-house experience!  Tonight I was reliving my "To Gainesville Dance Mix" CD circa 2000 playlist (that was still in the disc player from your father's request this past weekend to hear, well, we won't recount the track- just ask me about my Chicago Teach America trip when you're older if you really want to know).  In any event, it turns out that my James Brown track wasn't quite turned down as I pulled into our parking lot.  Good stuff though as a neighbor and I connected over the amazing necessity for that music in the world.  I'm happy that he momentarily relived some good Chicago memories of his own from hearing "Baby!  I'm ready to get up and do my thing!".