I’ve had the idea for a while that I wanted some professional ‘belly pics’ during this pregnancy. I’ve never had any done before and this time I wanted to do it, if possible. I had my photographer picked out (because she’s awesome and she’s photographed our family twice in the past) until……We moved.
Once we got to La., I looked on-line for someone and found a couple of potential photographers but let’s just say, none of them worked out, including the one who said she could do it last Saturday and then never emailed me again (WTH?). She even has a blog and is really lucky that I am not linking to it. Take that, Missy!
So, at this point, I’ve pretty much accepted that this isn’t going to happen. Which is fine, I don’t really want to shell out the clams for it at this point anyway.
I still wanted some pics of me and the boys and the baby belly, so I enlisted my
very reluctant but knows how much it means to me husband to assist in my endeavor. He does not usually like to be behind the camera. It’s just NOT his thing.
So, how’d it go, you ask?
Let me illustrate for you…
At first Little G wanted NOTHING to do with our impromptu photo shoot. But I had asked The B Man earlier in the day if he would be willing to take some pictures with me and he was quite sure that would be just fine with him.
Which is when I realized that he had a ton of snot leaking out of his nose and proceeded to wipe it with my hand (thanks so much honey for capturing this on the camera for posterity – you really ARE a wonderful photographer!)