Expecting Kassidy Photo Shoot

These pictures were taken by my awesome husband, who laid in grass to try to get the angles I asked him to, put up with his bossy subject (Hi, me!) who was just trying to help him get some good pics, and even listened to me give him a quick 30-minute photography lesson.

The result. I don't think he will ever do this again.

But, enjoy our attempt to capture me at 31 weeks pregnant with our first child. Brady, is of course, the man behind the camera. And I, of course, applied my magic editing to them.

Disclaimer: No dogs were harmed in the taking of these photos. And, no dogs were staged. Massey put her paw on Baby K all by herself. Pinkie swear.

Kujawski Photo Shoot
Location: Lazy K Ranch, Franklin, TX
 

I want to know what you think too, so which picture is your favorite?

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The Promotion

Our goat herder in training at only four weeks old.

This weekend Massey got promoted. From Head of Ranch Security to Chief Goat Herder. Well, technically she's still responsible for both jobs.

When Brady needed her most, she came through. The two of them spent an hour chasing goats around the pasture. Massey would cut them off. Brady would throw his loop. And miss. And then they would start all over.

Finally, out of sheer exhaustion, the goats surrendered. So Brady didn't have to rely on his roping skills to seal the deal. But, he did have to rely on Massey, and I have to say, we were both pleasantly surprised with her goat herding skills.

Her reward? A dip in the pond and the trimmings from our brisket. And, a long, long nap. I even let her snore.

Can you say spoiled?

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Carly & Eric In Love Photo Shoot

Carly and Eric came out to Franklin one weekend so I could take some fun engagement pictures of them.

They were troopers. For two reasons. 1) Because it was about 110 degrees outside and 2) I was about 8 months pregnant. Which made it that much harder for me to lay in the grass or in awkward positions to take photos.

But I think that given the circumstances, they turned out pretty dang good.

Gonzalez Photo Shoot
Location: Lazy K Ranch, Franklin, TX

Advice from a Whataburger cashier

Well, I should have listened. It's definitely true. The minute you get pregnant, everybody, and I mean everybody, feels it's his or her duty to offer you advice.

Some of it is helpful. Thank you Jessica. I will no longer drown my food in salt. I do not want to gain 100 pounds!

But, most of it isn't. And, it's one thing to receive advice from family or friends or coworkers, but I really wasn't prepared for the open advice I would get from complete strangers. COMPLETE, NAMELESS STRANGERS.

All I asked the Whataburger cashier for was a Whataburger and fries to share with my husband. Which I finally got, but only after having to nod my head and smile for 10 minutes as she shared her wisdom with me.

Like, to buy a girdle to keep all my junk in. Junk? I didn't think my junk was hanging out all that much.

Or to bathe in Epsom salt to relax. This made the most sense at the time.

But my absolute favorite was her suggestion to buy Carnation evaporated milk as formula because, as she put it, "my son grew up on that." Well, overly friendly Whataburger cashier, I think I'll stick with what my doctor tells me to do. And so far, the words Carnation, evaporated and milk have not come out of his mouth.

And, I don't expect them to.

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Friday Ku-Tip: How you know you're officially old

This is how Brady and I feel when we watch Wheel of Fortune.
I think we're pretty good lookin'.

And, no, it's not because I need to be in bed by 10 p.m. Or don't like to go out on a work night.

It's not because I've traded vacations and spontaneity for daycare and routine.

It's not even because I've learned how to do my own taxes. Or manage my finances and take out home loans.

No, the reason I know that I've officially become old is because I make sure I am home every day in time to watch Wheel of Fortune. And, Brady and I sit on the couch together and competitively yell out guesses to the puzzles. And get mad at each other when we're not the one to guess the puzzle first.

Yep, once you start planning your evening around Wheel of Fortune, you've officially left your youth behind. Forever.

It starts at 6:30 if any of you are wondering. NBC. You're welcome.

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If you ain't first, you're last

While my sister is skinny, I'm getting larger by the day.

Or at least second. Or in my case, fourth. Right behind my two sister-in-laws and my sister.

But, being the last to produce a kid on both sides of the family has its advantages.

• I can practice on theirs and do the opposite with my own.
• My sister can show me everything I actually need to register for. And everything I don't.
• Free maternity and baby hand-me-downs save me money.
• I can teach my nieces and nephews bad habits and it doesn't really affect me.
• I totally learn what not to do.
• I am owed tons and tons of free babysitting services that I plan to cash in on.
• I have more time to save up for daycare and diapers.
• The baby excitement has calmed down, which means less pressure in all things kid related.

But, with all the good things about being the last to reproduce, there are two obvious not-so-good things.

While everyone is trimmed down and skinny, I'm nice and round. And swollen. And puffy.

And, payback is always a bitch.

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