Happy Thanksgiving!

First off, I'd like to say Happy Thanksgiving to everyone! I hope everyone has a great day and enjoys all the food that you can eat. Be thankful you get to spend this time with loved ones. Not everyone gets to. Now, what I'm thankful for; my family because they're always there for me when I need them. My friends who I can't go a day without talking to. My pets for showing unconditional love. My job, even though I hate it, not everyone has one. And lastly, the miracle that is my baby in my stomach, Amelia. Can't wait to meet you baby girl!
Speaking of Amelia, I never realized how much a fetus could enjoy the music you play for them. Amelia has a love for Selena Gomez and One Direction. Just like her mama. So, I've had my phone on those for the past couple hours. I love how she reacts to certain songs. She more active during Selena song than One Direction. Her favorite Selena songs seem to be 'Come & Get It' and 'The Heart Wants What It Wants'. It feels like she's dancing to those songs. She'll be kicking, moving, punching, everything. Its either she loves those songs or she hates them. I'm not 100% sure. So, we'll just go with she likes them. Mom keeps telling me to play Godsmack for her. I won't now. They say that the music helps shape what type of child they'll be. I'm not going to play Godsmack right now. She'll come out screaming. Although, as of now, it seems like she'll be coming out singing and dancing. Which I'm oddly okay with. I really can't wait to meet my baby. Eighteen more weeks. Shouldn't be too long. Especially, when I think that after my next OB appointment, I go to appointments every other week instead of once a month.
In other "news", Sunday, the 30th, will be exactly one year that the world lost Paul Walker. At about 6:30 p.m. EST. I will be doing a Paul Walker marathon and no one can stop me. Yes, I'll probably cry my eyes out, but it needs to happen. I just have to remember that I'm celebrating his life, not mourning it. Shouldn't be too hard, right? Then, if you think of the Asperger's, I'm not going to think that. I lost someone who was very important to me. No one can understand how I feel. They all judge me, still... "Oh, he was just an actor." "You didn't personally know him." "Can you get over that yet?" "Do you seriously have a tattoo in honor of him?" No, he wasn't just an actor. I don't care if I knew him, personally, or not. No, I'm not going to get over it. And yes, I do have a tattoo in honor of him. Well, that's it for today.