Kroy Alexander Clausen
August 13th, 2012
5 lbs. 15 oz.
18.5 inches long
Perfect in every way. The tiniest chubby baby you've ever seen.
Our hearts are full.
<3
Wednesday, August 15, 2012
It's a...BOY!
Our miracle is here.
Kroy Alexander Clausen
August 13th, 2012
5 lbs. 15 oz.
18.5 inches long
Perfect in every way. The tiniest chubby baby you've ever seen.
Our hearts are full.
<3
Kroy Alexander Clausen
August 13th, 2012
5 lbs. 15 oz.
18.5 inches long
Perfect in every way. The tiniest chubby baby you've ever seen.
Our hearts are full.
<3
Saturday, June 30, 2012
The pregnancy game
Things I love about being pregnant:
1. Feeling the baby move, and roll, and flip. Nothing like it in the entire world...even when it wakes me during late hours into the night, or at the most inconvenient times. Don't know if I could ever get enough.
2. Kevin's face when he feels the baby move.
3. Shopping for all sorts of things...especially tiny clothes. (My pocketbook would disagree.)
4. ....feeling the baby move? oh, said that already...
Oh! I thought of one more...Maternity clothes (especially pants) and not having to do the fat man tug on your clothes to make sure your pants are pulled up and your shirt is hanging a certain way to camouflage any rolls that may be lurking...never thought I would ever say this...but somehow there is ease and comfort with a giant round belly, and a waistband that goes up to your boobs and stays put.
Things I not-so-much-care-for about being pregnant:
1. All sorts of stomach issues that last for months and months. (Not sure which ones I'm speaking of? Just sing the pepto bismol commercial jingle in your head and add constipation and a few more.) :-)
2. Achy hips, tailbone, back, feet, and a general feeling of "largeness" and "heaviness."
3. Not being able to move around during photo shoots like before. I love to get into some strange positions during shoots for that "perfect" angle, which sometimes involves laying on the ground, or bending, squatting, climbing, moving fast, etc. It's just not happening like it used to...not that I'm not still trying.
4. The "just you wait..." people. You can't say, post, or speak anything about being tired, or actually being anything without someone saying, "oh just you wait until that baby comes! Then you'll REALLY be: "insert emotion, feeling, or opinion here..." Yes, thank you.
5. 8,302,340 pieces of unwanted and not-asked-for advice. (too mean?)
6. Having to get up and pee 4,503,230 times/night.
I definitely could go on with the second list, but...I don't want to! I am more than happy to endure any amount of ANY of these things...as long as we get a baby out of the deal. :-)
I am enjoying this journey, but would very much be lying if I didn't say I was ready for this chapter to close and the next to open. I have now been pregnant for 12 months total with both pregnancies combined. One whole year...with a little less than 3 months to go. It's definitely time...and we are so ready!
The countdown is on...crazy summer schedule continues to pass quickly and CAN'T BELIEVE there are only 5 more weekends until football starts for Kevin. What?! How did that happen? First summer of my life I am absolutely thrilled that it's flying by!
1. Feeling the baby move, and roll, and flip. Nothing like it in the entire world...even when it wakes me during late hours into the night, or at the most inconvenient times. Don't know if I could ever get enough.
2. Kevin's face when he feels the baby move.
3. Shopping for all sorts of things...especially tiny clothes. (My pocketbook would disagree.)
4. ....feeling the baby move? oh, said that already...
Oh! I thought of one more...Maternity clothes (especially pants) and not having to do the fat man tug on your clothes to make sure your pants are pulled up and your shirt is hanging a certain way to camouflage any rolls that may be lurking...never thought I would ever say this...but somehow there is ease and comfort with a giant round belly, and a waistband that goes up to your boobs and stays put.
Things I not-so-much-care-for about being pregnant:
1. All sorts of stomach issues that last for months and months. (Not sure which ones I'm speaking of? Just sing the pepto bismol commercial jingle in your head and add constipation and a few more.) :-)
2. Achy hips, tailbone, back, feet, and a general feeling of "largeness" and "heaviness."
3. Not being able to move around during photo shoots like before. I love to get into some strange positions during shoots for that "perfect" angle, which sometimes involves laying on the ground, or bending, squatting, climbing, moving fast, etc. It's just not happening like it used to...not that I'm not still trying.
4. The "just you wait..." people. You can't say, post, or speak anything about being tired, or actually being anything without someone saying, "oh just you wait until that baby comes! Then you'll REALLY be: "insert emotion, feeling, or opinion here..." Yes, thank you.
5. 8,302,340 pieces of unwanted and not-asked-for advice. (too mean?)
6. Having to get up and pee 4,503,230 times/night.
I definitely could go on with the second list, but...I don't want to! I am more than happy to endure any amount of ANY of these things...as long as we get a baby out of the deal. :-)
I am enjoying this journey, but would very much be lying if I didn't say I was ready for this chapter to close and the next to open. I have now been pregnant for 12 months total with both pregnancies combined. One whole year...with a little less than 3 months to go. It's definitely time...and we are so ready!
The countdown is on...crazy summer schedule continues to pass quickly and CAN'T BELIEVE there are only 5 more weekends until football starts for Kevin. What?! How did that happen? First summer of my life I am absolutely thrilled that it's flying by!
Thursday, May 10, 2012
Halfway to you
4:02 a.m. Wide awake. Painful heartburn radiating from my neck to my kneecaps. And a little person inside of me doing a full acrobatic routine.
And I am loving it.
20 weeks 5 days. Today marks the day of the last pregnancy when we found out the worst news of our lives...that we had lost our baby...our sweet, beautiful daughter.
It's hard to believe that it's been 7 months since then...and 5 since I've written. In that time, we've come so far on our very emotional journey of attempted parenthood. In that time we've begun a new life, almost lost it, waited out the unknown for 9 agonizing weeks, and finally...hit and passed the "halfway" point.
This baby has continued to give me a precious gift every single day from week 17 on. The gift of movement...constantly. With each flutter, each kick, each punch washing away the doubt and fear and paranoia that crawls into the cracks of my soul and hides there. And of course, this movement tends to be at the most inconvenient times...like now, in the middle of the night, with a full busy day ahead of me tomorrow. I don't care, I'll take it. I cherish it. I wait for it.
I'm finally allowing myself to get excited, allowing myself thoughts of bringing this baby home...of holding this baby, feeding this baby, walking the floors through the night running on no sleep with this screaming baby. I want this child in my arms so bad sometimes that it aches. Halfway! We are halfway to you.
I can't wait to meet you. I can't wait to see your face, to touch your skin. To take more photographs of you than of anything I've ever photographed in my life. To rejoice when I bear witness to you experiencing life's greatest joys and treasures, and to silently crumble in heartbreak and pain when you experience life's hardships...teaching you, molding you, preparing you.
So I will impatiently keep waiting, and counting down the days, the weeks, the months until you're in my arms. Until then, I will be grateful that I am halfway to you.
<3
And I am loving it.
20 weeks 5 days. Today marks the day of the last pregnancy when we found out the worst news of our lives...that we had lost our baby...our sweet, beautiful daughter.
It's hard to believe that it's been 7 months since then...and 5 since I've written. In that time, we've come so far on our very emotional journey of attempted parenthood. In that time we've begun a new life, almost lost it, waited out the unknown for 9 agonizing weeks, and finally...hit and passed the "halfway" point.
This baby has continued to give me a precious gift every single day from week 17 on. The gift of movement...constantly. With each flutter, each kick, each punch washing away the doubt and fear and paranoia that crawls into the cracks of my soul and hides there. And of course, this movement tends to be at the most inconvenient times...like now, in the middle of the night, with a full busy day ahead of me tomorrow. I don't care, I'll take it. I cherish it. I wait for it.
I'm finally allowing myself to get excited, allowing myself thoughts of bringing this baby home...of holding this baby, feeding this baby, walking the floors through the night running on no sleep with this screaming baby. I want this child in my arms so bad sometimes that it aches. Halfway! We are halfway to you.
I can't wait to meet you. I can't wait to see your face, to touch your skin. To take more photographs of you than of anything I've ever photographed in my life. To rejoice when I bear witness to you experiencing life's greatest joys and treasures, and to silently crumble in heartbreak and pain when you experience life's hardships...teaching you, molding you, preparing you.
So I will impatiently keep waiting, and counting down the days, the weeks, the months until you're in my arms. Until then, I will be grateful that I am halfway to you.
<3
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