Yes, I Am Still Here

Day 44 - 4.24.08

I can't believe it myself. It seems like I have been here forever, but at the same time, I am amazed that it is almost MAY. Tomorrow is Week 31. I CAN'T believe that. Week. 31. It seems like these babies are growing by leaps and bounds, and Babies B and C have taken up residence in my ribs, while I can now feel Baby A in my back. I swear I am like a baby myself. I wake up in the morning, eat breakfast, nap, eat lunch, nap, eat a snack, nap, etc. etc. It is just so hard to get around now that life is easier in bed. That's what she said. Okay, okay, so maybe I've watched a little too much of The Office since I've been in, but really, you can never have enough Steve Carell, as far as I'm concerned.

I started a list a week or so ago of songs I want to download to CD for a lullabye CD. And just for kicks, I thought I'd include the lyrics to a couple of my faves. And now, without further ado....

• Little Star, Madonna
• She's Got a Way, Billy Joel
• Goodnight My Angel, Billy Joel
• Fix You, Coldplay
• In a Gadda di Vida, Iron Butterfly (just kidding)
• When You Dream, Barenaked Ladies
• Sweet Child O Mine, Guns & Roses (but the Sheryl Crow version)

Little Star, Madonna

Never forget who you are lIttle star
Never forget how to dream butterfly

God gave a present to me
made of flesh and bones
My life, my soul
you make my spirit whole

Never forget who you are little star
Shining brighter than all the stars in the sky
Never forget how to dream butterfly
Never forget where you come from
From love

You are a treasure to me
You are my star
You breathe new life
Into my broken heart

Never forget who you are little star
Never forget how to dream butterfly

May the angels protect you
And sadness forget you little star

May goodness surround you
My love I have found you little star

Shining bright
You breathe new life into my broken heart

Never forget who you are little star
Shining brighter than all the stars in the sky

Never forget how to dream butterfly
Flying higher than all the birds in the sky

When You Dream, Barenaked Ladies

With life just begun, my sleeping new son

has eyes that roll back in his head

They flutter and dart, he slows down his heart

and pictures a world past his bed

It's hard to believe

As I watch you breathe

Your mind drifts and weaves

When you dream,

what do you dream about?

When you dream,

what do you dream about?

Do you dream about

music or mathematics

or planets too far for the eye?

Do you dream about

Jesus or quantum mechanics

or angels who sing lullabies?

His fontanelle pulses with lives that he's lived

With memories he'll learn to ignore

And when it is closed, he already knows

he's forgotten all he knew before

But when sleep sets in

history begins

But the future will win

When you dream,

what do you dream about?

When you dream,

what do you dream about?

Are they colour or black and white,

Yiddish or English

or languages not yet conceived?

Are they silent or boisterous?

Do you hear noises just

loud enough to be perceived?

Do you hear Del Shannon's "Runaway" playing

on transistor radio waves?

With so little experience,

your mind not yet cognizant

Are you wise beyond your few days?

When you dream,

what do you dream about?