About ten months ago, Jake and I had photographers (and dear friends) Matt and Summer Schmitz over to memorialize my pregnant belly, swollen with an imminent Seabass. We strolled with Murphy through our beloved San Luis Obispo, stopping at favorite spots for glamor shots along the way, including the Mission San Luis Obispo de Tolosa…
The creek walk downtown…
And a very serious shoot at Linnea’s Cafe. (Note Jake’s sultry eyes. And my so-white-it’s-almost-translucent arm.)I love looking back on these shots because they remind me of a simpler time. A time of anticipation. A time of unknowing. And yes, a time of rich, unadulterated sleep (except for that affected by round ligament pains, which are no fun at all). My body teemed with new life. We were two, but now we are three. Incredible.
So to all my pregnant or soon-to-be-pregnant homegirls out there, I highly recommend taking lots of belly shots, whether professionally or not.
There are a few rules for pregnancy photos, however. Rather than list those rules out, I think I’ll leave it to this website featuring awkward pregnancy photos to lay down the law. But here’s a preview: Don’t use a watermelon, a gun, a dead turkey, or a tire as props for your belly shots. I know it’s tempting, but you must refrain. MUST.
(Note: There are some borderline risqué photos on this site, so if you’d rather not chance seeing an errant butt or boob, it’s probably best to skip. But for the record? You’re sorely missing out.)
Special thanks go out to Scott Cody for providing the link and making me want to wash my eyes out with bleach.