I got to take some pictures of my pregnant friend the other day. I love this friend. She is such a sweet and genuine person. I’ve known her for less than a year but it feels like longer.
Also, another noteworthy thing — we have been going outside. Every day. I can’t express how lovely it has been and how much we revel in the sunshine each and every day that we can actually feel its warmth.
This is the first time I’ve been able to photograph one of my pregnant friends. Is it just me or do all women who have been pregnant a few times themselves love and adore other pregnant women? Besides the vomiting and the pain and the bedrest and the vomiting and the bizarre dreams… oh and the vomiting it makes me sort of jealous. I love the feeling of the baby kicking and moving around and (I know it’s strange but) I love giving birth. It’s the greatest adrenaline rush ever and has the sweetest smelling reward — soft sweet baby head. But I digress.
I also got to take some pictures of her boys.
Now, the only question is… is she going to be in the mom of four boys club with me or is she going to have this strange little being that she won’t know what to do with — a girl? I think it’s a girl. (And of course she’ll know just what to do with her — love her.)