I hate having my picture taken. And when I say hate? I really do mean HATE!! Not just a little camera shy but in-front-of- camera-terrifed!With each pregnancy I have…oh..MAYBE two pictures of myself. Seeing that this is my fifth pregnancy, it’s really sad that I only have a handful of pictures cataloging my pregnancies. This came back to bite me in the ass this past year and a half. When Ethan passed away I remember desperately searching through pictures. Hoping that MAYBE I had accidently been captured in the corner of one. Or maybe a certain friend had DARED to snap a fast picture when I wasn’t looking. But the sad truth is that because everyone who know me knows I HATE having my picture taken? There were no such accidental photos to be found…anywhere. Damn my friends for actually listening to me and respecting my phobia!
This time I decided I am going to get brave!I am going to conquer this stupid fear I have. Instead of hiding behind the camera I am going to get in front of the camera. I am not going to promise anything glamorous or breathtaking. I am not going to promise that you won’t be subjected to pregnant acne and bad hair. Or even the occasional wardrobe malfunction. But I promise that I WILL be a valiant warrior about getting in front of the camera! ( To a certain bff….consider this your birthday, christmas ( ha ha, oh wait…same day,huh?)…valentines day and everything gift rolled into one this year!) Please, no applause!
SO….here it goes…..