I’m posting this on the heels of a doctor’s appointment, where I was told I’m about all caught up measurements wise, followed by some glancing at papers and, “Oh, yeah. Yeah you’re a lot bigger since I last saw you.”
Although I know that’s a positive, and I’m thrilled to not be tossing my gingerbread cookies, no commentary makes you feel more beautiful lying on an OB table.
Those feelings are why probably why I’ve never, ever had a desire to take maternity photos. I’d never taken them with my boys, and I feel like the “blog” photos I have are adequate.
When my friend Stephanie mentioned them, my knee-jerk reaction was, “Hahhahhah.” Let me tell you about Stephanie. She does it ALL: full time working mom of three, modeling with an agency on the side, competing in the occasional pageant.
Do I want this supermodel bombshell behind a camera taking photos of ME? ME, the 7 months pregnant chick with the girth and back of your Eastern European great grandmother, Gertrud?
I’ll opt to just lie here in my husband’s sweats.
But, I did it. I even got excited about it! And holy moly, Stephanie blew my mind. Even though this isn’t a real “radiating beauty” time in my life, I will love having these to look back on and reminiscing about the extraordinary time my body performed an absolute miracle. I now regret not having maternity photos with my boys. If you’re ever on the fence: do it.
Being photographed in my Grandma Colleen’s beautiful coat make these more sentimental, and I’m totally blown away by Stephanie’s photography bullet point on her giant resume!
Thanks Steph!! You can find Stephanie at Stephanie Barrett Photography