I talked to a sweet friend today about maternity photos. This particular lady has a crazy creative eye and unique artistic brain that you might not understand if I tried to explain her to you. Read this. And this. And then, this. I trust her wholly to capture and create images we’ll surely treasure forever.
When I was pregnant with Lilly, I didn’t want a single picture taken. Ever. There were maybe 6 pictures taken total during the time that I was showing-pregnant (I don’t count my wedding pics because I wasn’t really showing yet!) that have me in them. With Grace, there are a *few* more but not many.
Because… Weight. Acne. Anemia. Strangely fitting clothes. Enormous boobs. Swelling. Exhaustion.
They don’t make a lady feel pretty, let me tell ya.
But I am a different woman today than I was before. I am brave. I am proud. And I am excited to document this part of my family’s life as a gift to this baby and a service to myself. I BELIEVE my husband, this time, when he tells me I am beautiful. I listen. I take it all in. I tell my girls that I FEEL beautiful.
I’ll never wear the double zero designer denim that looks so cute on the pregnant models in the magazines. And maybe I will gain more weight than my pregnancy app tells me I should. I won’t wash my face every night and I will struggle to drink enough water most days of the week. I won’t run every day or do yogilates or hit it hardcore at the gym. But I’ll do water aerobics with the elderly a few times every week because it makes me FEEL good. And I’m cool with that.
I will be in the photos this time. I will document this baby growing, show her what her Mama’s body has gone through to get her. And give her our story to remember for her lifetime.