When I used to get panic attacks from being in elevators or movie theaters or tight places I used to sing that song “if all the raindrops were lemon drops...” to myself to help work through them and calm down. My mom used to sing it to me when I was younger, as her sister did for her. Had a bad dream and woke up sweating and momentarily frantic, baby woke up too and started kicking like crazy, almost if in alarm. (36 weeks). On instinct I started singing that same song to us. Baby started settling immediately and did some gentle light pushing with their foot or hand on the same spot as I rubbed it, kinda how cats kneed with their paws. Obviously I’m hormonal and started crying, and realized even though I haven’t been told the gender by a doctor (by choice), I know it’s a girl. I can feel it in my gut. A boy would be splendid as well, but I know after tonight it’s a she. Going to sing this song to her whenever she gets stressed, and I hope she carries on the tradition and does it for her daughter too. So happy and in love, my heart feels swollen. God bless everyone, have a beautiful night as I have.