One of the more disconcerting things to me about pregnancy is how much time I spend in front of a camera lately. All my life, I've shied away from the lens, being much more comfortable behind the apparatus than in front of it. But now that this belly's the rising star of our new family, I've somehow learned to grin and bear it, so to speak, inwardly cringing a little as we look through the belly shots and trying my best to believe Mike when he tells me I'm the most beautiful woman he knows.
We had such a good time with Joy during our shoot. My favorite part was when she sat us on that bench and said, "Just be Fran and Mike!" That set the tone for the afternoon, and we spent the next hour just being Fran and Mike, goofily in love with life and each other.
Even though I was 29 weeks pregnant during the shoot, my black sweater would sometimes hide the belly. Joy would say, "I can't see the baby!" cueing me to turn to the side and poke the Peachick out as far as I could.
These aren't just posed shots from a stuffy studio: they're really memories of a fun afternoon filled with laughter and good times with my husband and a good friend. The photos and the people are treasures to me, and I'm so blessed and glad to have them.