Monday, April 25, 2011

In case you haven't heard . . .

Our baby already has a name! Before we found out the sex of our baby, Ryan and I already had names picked out. The fact that the baby turned out to be a boy, made everything really special for us. We wanted a strong name, a family name, and a name with a lot of meaning behind it. So, if you haven't heard me say it already, our little guy will be named

Kenneth Royce Pedersen

Kenneth comes from Ryan's uncle, who died in his early twenties fighting in Vietnam.
Royce comes from my uncle, who passed just last year.

I did not have the honor of knowing "Uncle Kenny", but I've read stories from those who fought with him in the war. He was 23 when he died from wounds sustained in a grenade explosion in Vietnam. He had only been fighting there a couple months. Here are a few words from a fellow soldier of his:

"He was not your average kid, not at all. Pedersen was that rare kind of person that made the world a better place by his just being there; the kind of young man we'd all like to have for a son, or brother, or husband, or best friend. He was tall, blond, clear eyes, a strong face; very Scandinavian-like, but it was more than his good looks that set him apart. He was intelligent and kind, mature, focused, quiet and calm in his manner and he was always looking out for those around him. Pedersen never spoke of it, but one sensed that he had some very deeply felt spiritual conviction. He rarely, if ever, used any of the foul language that was so common with virtually all of us. I doubt he had any natural inclination to be a combat soldier; he was too kind and gentle, but in a very short time he was widely respected as one of the best grunts in Delta company. Pedersen didn't act like a good guy, he was a good guy."

My Uncle Royce had always been a prominent figure in my life. With my grandparents on my dad's side passing away when I was very young, my Uncle Royce always filled that void. He was more like my grandpa than my uncle. He rarely missed a birthday, holiday, or special event that I was involved in. Soon after he was married, he was in a terrible car accident that left him with debilitating injuries that he would struggle with for the rest of his life. In spite of that, he become known for his generosity, humility, and perseverance. He never hesitated to show his love and concern for you. He had a strong testimony of the gospel and the spirit just radiated from him. I miss him so much, but I know that he's now free of pain and watching down on me from above. I can still feel his love, and I know he has watched over me throughout my trials with this pregnancy and I know he's with my little boy's spirit right now, telling him how wonderful of a family he is soon going to be apart of.

I am so thankful that these two great men lived such incredible legacies.

Ryan and I are honored to give our son this name.

Thursday, April 21, 2011

Miss me much?

So I had every intention of doing this a long time ago, but life gets in the way and yadda yadda yadda. The short and sweet of it is . . . I'm back! I've decided to restart the blogging adventure. Reason #1: I'm about to have a baby (which is beyond insane and I'm still trying to believe it myself) and, let's be honest, I'm gonna need an outlet for all my bragging and completely ridiculous new mom moments.

Reason #2: I have a centralized pile of weight on my belly region that prevents me from being as active as I would like. I get so frustrated when I can't do everything I want to do because of the huffing and puffing and overheating. Therefore, the more time I can relax with my feet up, the better.

Okay, so in case you haven't heard from me in ages, I'm pregnant! 34 weeks and getting fatter by the day! It's been quite an emotional journey, but one that I feel so blessed to be going through. I've become the stereotypical pregnant woman: moody, cranky, swollen, ice cream craving, anxious, worried, and hot. But then again, I was all those things before! :)

Ryan and I have also moved back to Georgia and are now living in our first house in Sugar Hill, north of Atlanta. It feels so good to be in the South again! The trees are plentiful and the weather is perfect! Did I mention we live just down the road from the lake? I love love LOVE driving across it! I'm anxiously trying to put the house together before the baby comes, but considering we bought a house we could "grow into", I think it's gonna take quite awhile. Tank is still our little guy, and we wouldn't have it any other way. He's been loving running up and down the stairs and sunbathing in our (finally fenced!) yard. I think he's in heaven. :)