Motherhood: All love begins and ends there.” – Robert Browning
As I approach my due date, I’ve been soaking up the remaining days with baby girl still inside and reflecting on pregnancy as a whole. It’s been such an amazing experience to watch my body change and grow each week. What’s even more amazing is how natural it all felt. Uterus expanding to the size of a watermelon? No problem. I am woman, and I got this.
Sure, there’s been periods of feeling uncomfortable and tired, but as most women have said, it’s all worth it. And I have no doubt that it will be.
Like many parents-to-be, my husband and I have taken the time to document various stages of my pregnancy. From “bump pictures” each week to recaps in my planner, I know we will have many ways to remember this special time.
Speaking of special, one of the most memorable nights of my pregnancy was the night of our maternity photoshoot. A fews weeks prior, I asked my brother if he would be willing to take a few photos for us. My brother is not a professional photographer, but he sure can shoot like one. He has a great eye, a great camera, and I knew it would be fun to involve Uncle Bill.
We headed out in the early evening about an hour or so before sunset. My brother directed us to a small park near our house that had all the elements for a perfect sunset shoot:
I came equipped with a few props, including a throw blanket and a flower crown. Other than that, I decided to keep things simple. I brought two all-white maternity dresses (links here and here) while my husband donned blue jeans and a white tee. There was no need for anything more than that because both Mother Nature and my brother brought their A-game that night.
Our maternity photoshoot went better than I could have hoped and we had more fun than I think we all expected – my brother included. It was actually quite liberating to frolic around in the grass at 37 weeks pregnant.
And it was definitely quite special when we saw this last, beautiful capture on my brother’s camera – the click of a button perfectly synchronized with a kiss and the falling sun.
Thanks, Uncle Bill. You did so good!
P.S. Have you read this one yet? An Open Letter of Apology to Tinder – pretty much tells the tale of how my husband and I ended up in a field taking maternity photos 🙂