Dancing in the Rain

Brady and I went for a walk in the rain. We originally were going to steal my mom's umbrellas, but when she told us she left them in her car that my dad was driving, we decided to go anyway. At that point it was hardly sprinkling. Twenty minutes into our walk, it started pouring on us. We kept walking and holding hands, loving every second of it. Brady even thanked me for walking in the rain with him. It was refreshing and it feels so good to be back to my (almost) normal self. We hope it's not tooooo temporary, trying to soak up every fun moment we can get while I'm feeling "good". I even jogged for a good 10 seconds until I realized that I couldn't run without holding onto my growing belly since I could feel it bouncing around. That was an odd realization especially since I have had every intention of running again once my nausea passed. But I love the rain. And tonight even though I am at work, every couple hours I look out a window and see it still raining, it makes me look forward to crawling into our bed that Brady is currently warming up for me and hope he'll snuggle with me just long enough until I fall asleep. Does the rain make anybody else feel mushy? Or is it just me. I love the temporary change in weather, I just wish I had more shoes that were more waterproof. And this is the point where I stop talking because the sleepiness is beginning to talk for me.