With Caleb, I had three good reasons not to have maternity pictures done for myself:
1) I wasn’t really into photography at that point.
2) It would have just been me and my belly. Andy is not one to voluntarily go in front of a camera and I needed to share the spotlight.
3) Let’s face it. I’m a cheapskate. I would rather learn how to do something myself than pay someone else to do it for me.
I was content with a weekly documentation of my belly through a quick snapshot in front of a mirror. Now that I’m completely immersed in the world of photography and see everything as an art form, I wanted something a little classier than the traditional giant orange belly through a toothpaste-spattered mirror look.
My good friend Amber, who is also a photographer, totally gets my obsession with making everything into a photo shoot. She came over this past week to be my photographer and we had a ton of fun. It was refreshing to be the person in front of the camera for once; even though I know nothing about how to pose my own body or how to “smile with my eyes”.
So without further ado, my 31 week belly through the lens of my big girl camera: