I've been up since 5am. One phrase of the Brahams got stuck in my head. Awful. Rehersal went suprisingly well last night.

Except one teeny tiny thing at the end.

We are also "singing" a bit in a Ravel piece. Singing is polite. We don't even have words. Just notes on "ah."

We are very grateful that we are supposed to sing soft while the orchestra is loud.

I figure if the last big part gets hit with the final chord, nobody will notice. And Harvey didn't seem overly worried, so what the hell.

Today is my ultrasound! Say a prayer for a healthy baby with visible gender bits!