The picture was taken just before she left for the hospital. I love this photo, because I love knowing that I was there, growing in her womb. I love seeing a little glimpse into my room, too. It was Disney/Micky themed—back then ultrasounds were a thing of the future, so they didn't even have the option of knowing if I would be a boy or a girl.
Unfortunately, there's only one photo of my mom when she was pregnant with me. That's not my mom or dad's fault, it was just the age they lived in. Thirty years ago (okay, 29 years ago), the world didn't have iPhones with Instagram, fancy digital cameras, or professional photographers around every corner. People took pictures with a film camera and then developed it later, hoping it came out.
When I got pregnant and started seeing a bump emerge I knew I wanted to document the journey. This has been nothing like I've ever experienced and I love having the weekly (bumpdate) photos and notes for my daughter to see someday, but I wanted more than that. I was originally going to have a friend take pictures when I went home, but when I told my husband that plan he got a little sad, because he wanted to be in them. So I waited until he came back, which was a great decision; I'm so glad he could be in these with us. Actually, we even got Bella in on the fun.
We took these in our backyard and around our town a few days after he returned, when I was around 35 weeks. Honestly, if I could have a redo I'd do them around 32 weeks when I was still feeling cute and not gigantic (keep that in mind, future pregnant friends!).
I really love them and I'm already excited to get some of our favorites printed and framed. I hope you like them, too!
Photos courtesy of PumpkinCharm Photography
I actually have a couple more pictures from this shoot to show you, but they'll have to wait for another post.