if there’s one thing this pregnancy has taught me about myself, it’s that i’m so much vainer that i gave myself credit for. much as i hate to admit it, but that’s the truth. staring at me these whole 9 months.
fucking borderline gestational diabetes aside, i guess you can say i had a pretty smooth pregnancy. i never had morning sickness or any of those major discomforts afflicting a lot of preggers. what i was pretty obsessed about was the weight gain. and that’s where the vanity comes in. because watching the scales move further and further away from the comfort of my “home base” was pretty much like watching the chainsaw massacre. it
scared terrified me.
i did gain the recommended weight advised by the midwives but the way i see it, 50% went to my baby bump and the other half was split between my face and my thighs, giving me the lovely look of a glowing dumpling.
which is also one of the reasons why i wasn’t really keen on having a maternity shoot — but did, for fear that i *might* regret not having one.
looking at these pictures now, i’m actually kind of glad i did. although if i had it my way, they’d all be dark silhouettes of me because that’s the only way i know how to rock the whole preggy pose. (jeff kept wanting me to do the lovingly-looking-down-the-belly pose but omigod, the double chin!)
it was a fun shoot, nonetheless. pretty chill. i especially enjoyed it when jeff joined in so it wasn’t as awkward. definitely felt like a double maternity shoot, him with his dad bod and me with our little poppyseed. lol.
warning: for somebody who said i wasn’t interested in a maternity shoot, what do you know? i certainly have heaps of photos to validate that statement.
*37 weeks pregnant