It’s been a long 9 months, and I can’t believe I’ve finally come out the other side. There were times when I thought pregnancy would last forever, times when I hoped it would, and times when I found myself praying to God that I’d just go into labor already. There’s something so precious and magical about waiting…but when waiting is so darn uncomfortable, it becomes anguish. And yet, there’s something strangely precious about that anguish as well.
Brian and I had maternity photos done by our photographer friend Manny Avila (check out his photography website here) when I was well into my ninth and final month. To be honest, I was feeling like a whale, and the last thing I wanted was for someone to take pictures of me. I sucked it up though, because I knew I’d be wanting those pictures later.
I wore a dark red dress I got on sale from Motherhood Maternity for $5 for the event. I thought the color would be striking for photos, and besides that, it was one of the only outfits I still felt pretty in. Other than that, I kept the look simple.
Now that I’m able to bend at the waist again, I find myself enjoying looking back through these pictures and remembering the journey it took to get to this point, with my little boy in my arms. I find myself wanting to dig out the pregnancy journal buried in storage so I can jot down all these memories before they fade away.
It turns out, I was right. I’m glad I checked my pride at the door and let someone take pictures of me even when I was struggling to feel beautiful or picture-worthy. Because I would want those photos.
Time slips by, but I want to freeze every moment of it I can.