19 Weeks Pregnant

Today I'm a week shy of being halfway there!

I'm also a week shy of being outta the danger, DANGER, zone.

I think I may have felt the baby kick the last couple of days but I have no idea what sensation I'm looking for.

It's a shame I didn't come on here and blog the exact day it happened, but I've been feeling like rather recluse.

At 19 weeks, the baby is as big as an heirloom tomato (six inches) and it's starting to really get all its senses.

I've started singing directly to the baby, although fear of it hating my voice bubbles up every now and then.

I think I read somewhere that Celine Dion sang to her baby, and when it came out, it didn't like when she sang. LOL! That'd be just my luck.

I finally got out to meet another mom who is about as pregnant as I am, but I don't think we'll become best mates any time soon.

As with most other people I've met in Dubai, it's very difficult to remain friends with someone unless you guys basically live next door to each other. Even then, it can be really awkward.

I daydream every day about moving to Austin. And now I have a place I can put on my vision board to stare at.

xo Jenea
- Everything is always okay in the end; and if it's not okay, then it's not the end.

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