As requested and as promised for the past few months…

…and much to my own chagrin, for the pathetic fact of the matter is that everything I didn’t want to look like at this point of this pregnancy, I do.

But, to keep from being lectured on why I should just show the pictures and not comment on everything I dislike about them…

I give you pregnancy pictures.

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33 weeks… just a few more to go…

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My very dearest sissy friend is a photographer, and so, for the fun of it, we spent a while taking some pictures this morning.

Or, attempting to please my rather ridiculous sense of what a perfect expectant mommy is supposed to look like is more like it.

Poor Bethany.

I warned her before we started that I would most likely sigh over these when we were done. And I was right.

She said all sorts of great photographer-ish things about always being your own worst critic, that the pictures never look the same to the subject as they do to other people, that I have A BABY inside of me, for goodness sake, and that not everyone is going to carry a baby like a Motherhood model.

I told her just to wait until SHE is the one who is eight months pregnant. We’ll see what she thinks then.

We eventually gave up trying to take pictures and keep up with a very active little guy…

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… after trying a few times to get him to be IN them.

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But he just wanted to play, of course. We WERE at the park, after all, and what little person wants to sit around playing with his own blue ball when he could be running like a wild banshee, sliding down the highest slides and giggling on the swing?

Not one that I know of.

So we just turned the lens toward him–I say “we”, but of course I mean the professional, not me. I just turned my watchful mommy-eyes toward him–and let him play. But those pictures will have to wait a couple days. There are just too many to choose from.

And I know that once this baby is OUT of me instead of residing IN me, he’ll make a much cuter subject and his mama will once again be happier with pictures in general.

Because she’ll be the one taking them.

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