September.

September is here and almost over with. Wayne is now back in classes and as usual has been dedicated to his studies. Everyday he leaves for class, I look at the clock and think of all the hours I have left until he is back. It's a little pathetic on my part, but I just love him so much! But I'm proud of him. He is such a great student. Something that I envy him for. 

We now only have a couple weeks before our Ezra is suppose to arrive. Unless he pulls a Rose. We can't wait! I have been trying to keep busy and as active as I can be by cleaning the house as much as possible and preparing for his arrival. We also just finished a 6 week birth class in preparation. Our midwife suggested that we take one, being our first baby and all. Our teacher was really great. She is a certified Doula, which was perfect, because her focus was on a natural birth and learning techniques to cope with the pain of labor. Which is just what we wanted. I just hope that when the time comes we can remember all that we were taught. At least I know I probably won't be able to remember all the information. But knowing that Wayne will be there by my side the whole time is a huge comfort. I know that we will be able to push (me literally) through labor and delivery together. But until then all we can do is wait. Which is getting harder and harder for us. We just want to meet the little guy! 

Me and Ezra at 37 weeks!

Final days of Summer.

Alas it had been months since the last time I posted. The rest of our time on the farm was just perfect! The only thing that could have made our time more enjoyable would have been  if the pool wasn't under construction during our time there. But what can you do?

At the end of June we had the Christensen family beach reunion. The very first one that I was allowed to attend. Haha! Being friends with Katrina, every other beach trip in the past Mother Christensen would not allow me to go. After all I wasn't a Christensen...Yet. I sure showed her! We rented a massive beach house right on the beach in Depoe Bay. It was so beautiful. We were all excited when we arrived and couldn't have been happier. Until the next morning when we all woke up to hear that Dad had driven himself to the hospital that night due to chest and back pain and was now going to have to undergo emergency gall bladder surgery. That put a damper on things. Luckily his surgery went well with no complications.

After the beach trip we were only a few days away from the famous Christensen 4th of July BBQ. Although due to Dads surgery, the number of people were cut down significantly. This year it was only going to be member of the family. Instead of the 150 plus people in the past. As always we had an awesome firework show. The boys always go and get the best supply. I think every year the show gets longer and bigger. 

By the time 4th of July was over Wayne and I knew I time in Oregon was going to soon come to a close. We had  only 3 weeks left! And Kelli was suppose to have baby Rose on the 21st. Ha! Boy were we all wrong. When we got back to Rexburg on the 24th of July we were still waiting...and waiting...Poor Kelli had been pregnant for 42 weeks by now and was to be induced. But with a successful induction baby Rose was born on August 3rd! Yay! Although the best part about Rose coming late was that my mom stayed for an entire 3 weeks! It was fun having her here. My Dad ended up leaving earlier because his allergies were killing him. He braved the drive home while Mom stayed and flew back on a later date.

While both my parents were here Aubrie, Erik, and Maxwell were able to come for a day or so before they headed off to Connecticut on their Yale adventure, where Erik is attending Grad school. We went swimming at the new Rexburg Rapids and did a bonfire with Smore's and all!

Our loot of fireworks!

Wayne Prepping for the show

                                                         

Dad reminding us of the sacrifices made for this country.

                         

Sean and I at the bonfire

                                                             

Maxwell and Emma waiting to roast Marshmallows

                                         

Uncle Wayne helping them out

                                                   

Meeting Rose for the first time

                                                      

Home sweet Oregon...

This Summer, while Wayne is off track, we are spending a couple of months at the Christensen family farm. We just needed a little break from Rexburg. Wayne has been helping his parents with projects on the farm. Mom won't let me do too much to help "in my condition" as she puts it. I mostly just run errands and play with the barn kittens.

Part of last week and this week, Wayne and his dad had to replace a septic drain. It was dirty work. With tearing apart concrete, digging trenches, and praying that the rain would stop so that the pool didn't fall into the trench. But they were lucky enough to get a couple of dry days in to finish the project, before the pool construction guys come next week. I mostly just fetched water while sitting and watching them to make sure no one was slacking on the job. Hehe!

I am now 23 weeks along and loving life. My back has been giving me some problems but other than that my pregnancy has been wonderful. I love feeling our little man kick and turn. I am hoping too soon also feel his hiccups. One of the weirdest things has been seeing my belly grow. Sometimes I forget I'm pregnant, but when I look in the mirror I get a nice little reminder. : )

EZRA ZELDON CHRISTENSEN!

Just a few weeks ago I had my 20 week appointment and were able to discover that our sweet baby is a boy! No question about it (see picture below). Right away when the ultrasound tech placed it on my belly there HE was! Hahaha! We were very excited to find out, especially me. I told Wayne from the beginning that I was 100% sure it was a boy. He liked to tease me about this, after all I couldn't technically know 100% until the ultrasound, but I just knew. And sure enough I was right. 

Me almost at 21 weeks

He defiantly has Wayne's nose

Smile!

Update 2.

In January of this year we were excited to once again discover that we were going to have a baby! We felt so blessed and even more excited than before, and also worried because of the previous pregnancy. But this time I felt different. Sick to my stomach different. As not fun, as that was, it was a good sign. The entire month of February, I spent most of my days on the couch watching netflix and only cooked dinner maybe two or three times; poor Wayne had to fend for himself. I felt bad not cooking, as it was my responsibility as the loving wife. But every time I cooked a meal the smell of something that I once loved suddenly made me nauseous. Although I can't complain too much about being sick, I only ever threw up once, thank heavens!
Wayne was wonderful during that time(and always is wonderful). He was always willing to drive to the store for something that actually sounded appetizing to me. I could only eat a few things for a short period of time before my stomach wanted something else. Wayne would hand wash all the dishes, clean the apartment, and go to school full time. How could I be so lucky? Isn't he just perfect? I think so. When March finally arrived I began to feel much more like my old self.
With March now here, that meant it was time for our first prenatal appointment. It was then when we got to see our baby and hear the heart beat for the first time. We were so excited. This time there was a living baby in me!

Update 1.

Since last October a LOT has happened. As I mentioned before we moved. We are now living at Wagon Wheel apartments, which we love. We love it, because its the same complex where my sister Kelli and her family also live. Which means that we get to see them ALL the time. Literally. We are in the same ward and tend to hangout with Kelli, Mike, and the kiddos almost everyday of the week!
A short time after we moved, right after I became pregnant, we were sad to discover that we were going to have a misscarriage. I was 9 weeks along and hadn't had my first prenatal visit. As it was scheduled for the next week. One evening, I was feeling some light cramping and spotting (sorry if this is a little tmi). I began to get scared. Wayne and I decided it was best to call the midwife. As I was speaking to her over the phone she was worried and thought it would be best that I come in for an ultrasound. It was during the ultrasound that we discovered there was no embryo. I had become pregnant, and I was growing the placenta and the egg sac, but the baby never grew after becoming fertilized. We were broken hearted to discover this, but were comforted in the fact that there was no baby that was going to have to die along with the misscarriage. All in all, the hardest part was the physical pain that I had to endure.