The return of off-key singing

I have always loved music. It probably started at a young age when I was enrolled in piano lessons. My mom ended up going back home this past weekend when my dad wasn't feeling well. My sister, dad, mom, Carl, and I were getting ready to go out to lunch to eat before they left when I started singing, "Are you ready?" (I think the line is...are you ready to fall in love?) and my dad turned and looked at me and said, "I haven't heard you sing for a long time." Granted he hasn't been around me except for a few times since I moved to know if I've been singing. Carl also hooked up the stereo system in our bedroom and the CD in the player was Shania Twain and I started singing when the first song started playing. Several different times since this weekend, I have noticed that I am singing more. Even though I sing off-key and some have begged me to stop singing to the radio, I am finally feeling like my old self. It's funny...there is so much written about post-partum depression but not much is written about pre-partum depression, something that I definitely think I was feeling the past few months in thinking about the future and worrying about so much in this short time. Okay world-get ready for ear plugs because my singing is back. :)