I still can’t believe it – we celebrated my first pseudo Mother’s Day this year. 

As I said to my awesome girlfriend: It’s just not fair that Josh gets to hold a sweet baby on Father’s Day 2011, while I get a few swift kicks to the ribs and some heartburn to keep me up at night.  I hope this doesn’t foretell future Mother’s Days. 🙂

Everyone keeps asking when I’m going to get maternity photos taken.  Since I’m so into photography, I think they just assume that I’ll get the standard mama-to-be photos all tangled in a sheet, head thrown back, belly exposed.  But…no please!  For some reason, maternity has just never been something that floats my boat.  I think pregnant mamas are absolutely gorgeous, don’t get me wrong, they just don’t inspire me like the sweet babies they produce do. 

However, first thing this Sunday morning, on my almost first Mother’s Day, Josh convinced me to let him take a few pictures of me in the nursery.  And honestly?  I’m really glad he did 🙂 

I wasn’t dressed, my hair was all a ruckus from our evening out on Saturday night, but I look happy.  And pregnant.  And that’s how I want to remember this pregnancy.  Because although it’s had its highs (baby’s movin!!) and it’s lows (OMG opening my eyes makes me want to puke), it’s been an awesome ride so far, and I’m so thankful for that.