More often than not, when you see a portrait of me it’s usually taken by myself or my husband. I’m big on self-portraits because if I have a particular concept in mind, it’s often easier to create it myself rather than be the controlling, demanding, and tyrannical client to someone else. So naturally, when it came time for our second maternity and family portraits we chose to do it ourselves. I blocked out a one-hour reservation at my favorite minimalist studio here in Denver–Studio One. And to add more emphasis on this shoot, we planned to frame the images as our home wall art. It was going to be great. Of course, nothing went right. Our sweet 2-year-old daughter who seldom throws tantrums decided to throw a tantrum that day. We arrived 30 minutes late and the remaining 30 minutes consisted of crying and resisting in between hundreds of 5-second timers. I had been looking forward to this photoshoot for months. I nearly cried. We were lucky if we had one good photo from the studio.
But Sean looked at me calm, sympathetic, and unruffled, promising we’d take better ones at home. He’s always been quite the persistent one. He was right. Thanks to some M&M’s and Skittles I found deep in the back of our pantry, June’s attitude shifted and we ended up with some of my favorite self-portraits ever taken in our very own home, for us, by us.
These images are beautiful to me. They’re a visual metaphor of my nine months of pregnancy. Much like our photoshoot was derailed by the unexpected events, the unpleasant pregnancy symptoms overshadowed the excitement of what my body was doing and creating. In those months I felt hopeless and defeated. But the second we met our little one in the delivery room, every negative association to being pregnant evaporated like a distant memory.
When I look at the maternity photos I see a body that grew stronger and stronger by the day. I see a body that appreciated every little kick or movement little Olive was making. I see a body that nourished and birthed this little human being. These images are a reminder to me of what has been remarkable and what has been so, so very good in my pregnancy journey.
Special thank you to my sweet, patient husband who endured June and my emotional roaster just so we could get some maternity photos and family portraits to frame. And thank you to all who followed me along on this journey, lifting me when I needed lifting, loving me when I needed loving. I am so so very grateful.