While on my disappearing act from the internet world, I have been growing a baby and there is little evidence of it. I kind of like it that way.
Because the Child is an awesome friend who just happens to be an aspiring photographer (I say she is one, she feels she needs appropriate education first, so fair enough). Either way, she is good with a camera and she comes cheap (as in we paid her in ice cream and love), we did the whole cliche thing and had some “maternity photos” taken.
I love pictures. I don’t love pictures of me. And when you are 36 weeks pregnant, it is even more challenging to love pictures of yourself. Just saying. Plus, it isn’t like we are get photos taken people. We are the kids that didn’t have engagement photo shoots and had the Child and Patrick’s Aunt take our wedding photos. I wasn’t so sure about the whole pregnant belly picture thing. The weekly belly picture thing was a definite no (although it would have maybe proved to some people sooner rather than later that I really do look pregnant).
Needless to say, after some peer pressure and parental convincing and some weird sort of gut feeling that told me I really should do this, we decided to do the photo shoot thing.
And you know what? It was fun. And not just because I got a nice scoop of peanut butter fudge crunch in the end.
So, here are a couple of the lovely photos from the adventure (photo credit to the Child who has a blog she doesn’t update here: https://everydaysnapsblog.wordpress.com).