Ever since I was a teenager I always wanted to get professional shots when I was heavily pregnant, because I’ve always found the pregnant form to be absolutely exquisite. However, I was swamped under work for the last several weeks of my pregnancy which meant that I ran out of time and was unable to get a professional shoot.
Being the determined (stubborn) person that I am, I still really wanted to get some photos, because I didn’t think I’d ever feel so confident in myself again. I knew that at Easter we were headed up to my grandparents’ farm in Tawonga, a small country town at the base of a mountainous area in Victoria, Australia, and it is stunning country up there, so my husband and I brought our camera along.
We trudged out early in the morning when the lighting was best, found a beautiful old log and just snapped away for about an hour. I was pretty happy with the results, particularly given the amateur camera and photographer! We took a range of shots, some that I was happy to put on my blog and others that we’ll keep for ourselves. Whilst I do regret not being more proactive about a professional shoot, I love the shots we’ve got and in some ways they are better.
Sure, they may not be flawless images where I look like a goddess who belongs in a magazine, but they are an intimate representation of our quiet little celebration of life; just the two (three) of us in the gorgeous isolation of my childhood wilderness. My only real regret is that my husband stayed behind the lens, though that’s the way he prefers things so I respect that.
I really recommend to anyone if you don’t have the time or money for professional shots to get out and take some shots of your own — you may be pleasantly surprised with the results and years later you will most likely be glad you have them.