In what feels like a few days, Mason is already seven weeks old. Being pregnant feels like a distant memory and even though it has flown by, I already struggle to remember what life was like before we had our beautiful little boy.
The bigger you get when you’re pregnant the more people talk to you about how pregnant you look. It was like I had a billboard on my head that said, please random stranger, start a conversation with me. I have to say it was really nice as most people congratulate you and wish you the best for the future. Every store I would go into, the lady at the counter would ask how far along I was and then the inevitable question, I bet you can’t wait to not be pregnant anymore? For some reason I would always nod and say something generic like oh, yes, can’t wait! (in the same tone as Miranda from Sex and the City when she had to fain excitement for Magda) but in reality I actually wasn’t excited for it to end at all. It wasn’t that I was dreading birth or having a baby, I just really liked being pregnant.
I know most people say the last few weeks are pure hell but for some reason the closer I got to the end the more I wanted it to go on and on. Your body changes so much but it happens so gradually that sometimes you don’t notice it day to day. I just found it so crazy what our bodies are capable of and realised I was going to miss the bump. I had every app known to man and was tuned in to every fetal milestone. Towards the end the kicks and punches were on another level. It really was such a special time and a lot of friends also told me that the second pregnancy you’re so busy with a toddler that you just don’t notice and enjoy being pregnant as much.
I’ve always been quite a sentimental person. My husband always laughs at the things I keep, plane tickets, disneyland maps and hotel keycards. But when you’re pregnant, what can you keep to remember your tummy? The clothes, god no I planned on burning those. The books, “what to expect when expecting” has already been leant to my next pregnant friend. The belly cast, the last thing you want to do when heavily pregnant is to be covered in paper mache. All I can think about is the part when you pop the balloon with a pin! Eek.
I always toyed with the idea of doing a pregnancy photoshoot but everytime I looked into it I was always put off by how tacky the photos looked. I thought to myself, I’ll never regret doing a shoot, if the photos are bad I’ll just never look at them. But there was always a risk that if I didn’t do one I would always look back with regret and wish I had beautiful photos of that time in my life.
I really wanted to document the bump but do it in a way that still maintained my style. While I was pregnant I really tried to look like my usual self. I felt like I didn’t veer too far from my usual style and that made me feel at ease with all the changes that we’re going on. I couldn’t control how wide my hips were getting, but I could buy the same One Teaspoon shorts in three different sizes. So when I finally decided on doing a shoot, I only wanted to chose items from my wardrobe. Strictly no maternity or loose sheets or any other weird pregnancy stuff. I also thought if I attempted the photos at home they were never going to look decent so full make up, hair and studio lighting was required.
Considering I had waited until I was 38 weeks pregnant, It was quite daunting trying to find a studio. I happened to find the Photo Studio in Fitzroy. The whole team was so lovely and they actually specialise in women’s photo shoots, both professional models and total first-timers. They organised a photographer (James Broadhurst), make up artist, stylist and hairdresser for me in under 24 hours and totally got the vision I was going for. When I explained to the stylist what I wanted to do she suggested bringing in an oversized hat and lots of accessories. I followed her advice and can now see how important it was. While I love dressing up for events and everyday life, studio photography is on another level and it just proves how important it is to work with people you can trust.
Now that Mason is in the real world these photos mean more to me than I could ever have imagined. All those hours spent wondering what he was going to look like, who’s features he would have and what day he was going to be born seem like a distant memory. But these photos will always be a reminder of the nine months I spent with him before I met him.