When I was pregnant with my son, I met a photographer early on who offered to do my maternity photos. I initially tried to schedule them around five months, but she told me I should wait. I think most women do. They want to find that point where their belly is the biggest, and creates the best effect on camera.
So I went with that advice, even though I wondered what would happen if my son came early. I still wonder if premature babies often miss their maternity photos.
It turned out my son was not early. He was actually one week late. And our maternity photos are gorgeous. I loved working with that photographer.
Unfortunately, then my son died. And I remember being so very thankful for every tangible piece I had of his memory. Not only our photos, but also our baby shower, our plans for the future; the time and energy I put into his nursery. All of this was precious to me. I was thankful to have celebrated.
Now that I’m pregnant for the second time, I’m more cognizant of how easily life can change. This time, I took maternity photos at only 18 weeks. Further, I let people know about my pregnancy almost immediately, and I don’t see anything wrong with that. Why shouldn’t I celebrate, and as soon as possible? Why shouldn’t I celebrate today, when I know that tomorrow isn’t guaranteed?
My daughter is tiny and growing inside me. And I don’t know what tomorrow will bring. But I’m celebrating anyway. Because she deserves it. And so do I.