When I was pregnant, I stressed over where we should do our maternity session. It was going to be done in January, so it definitely wasn't going to be all blooming and pretty out. Still, we racked our brains for weeks trying to pick the perfect location.

In the end, we picked Georgia Tech. It's where my husband went to college, so it wasn't completely random. It ended up being a gorgeous day and our photographers made some beautiful images.

Looking back, though, they don't tell the story of our pregnancy and what got us to there. It was just a location. Don't get me wrong - we LOVE those images and have several printed and hanging in our home - but there's more to my pregnancy journey than that.

The years of infertility. The endless tests. The waiting. The hoping. The ultimate joy in seeing that second line finally appear. The five weeks of bed rest in the end.

So, so much more.

When my son was born, we had pictures done at home. The house was in the mess of the newborn fog, and I was beginning to struggle with postpartum depression, but those images are priceless to me. They helped me to see the magic of how our home was growing with this new tiny human. More than that, they later showed me that I was doing okay.

I was there - present - and life was so, so good.

Who I Am Wife. Mother. Daughter. Sister. Aunt.

Intersectional feminist & LGBTQIA+ ally.

Lover of coffee, bourbon, red wine, fantasy RPG video games, Detroit Red Wings hockey, polka dots, stripes, and kate spade.

I will forever and always be a cat lady.
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