That picture above was me, last December, heavy into my pregnancy, singing Handel’s Messiah. I was easily the most recognizable soloist, you know the only pregnant lady. Rehersals were super tough, Timmy had persistent hiccups in the womb, and I can be somewhat rhythym challenged. I had a tiny conductor in my belly at odds with the maestro in front of me. But I hunkered down and made it work. Now I have tis sweet little gremlin boy!