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Little Lemon

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How will I get pictures like this when I don't want anyone in the room but Mr Smith (unless he goes into a panic and insert mother here)? I'm not sure yet. Has anyone seen Mr Smith in a panic? That's what I thought, but there is a significant chance he could pass out, either from the blood or from me punching him in the face.

And I definitely don't want that many photos, but I would like a few b&w ones. I really like the ones of just him & her before. And then I want some cute ones of the babe . . . when it's cleaned up. What is the likelihood of me taking those photos? I'm sure knowing me, I will be full of energy (sarcastic undertone). It'll be like an adrenaline rush and I'll be like - get me my camera.

The parents are in town. Bring on the drama!
And an excuse to eat out. Heck yes. Buffet anyone?

Basically I want this picture . . .

Does anyone else stress all the time wondering if their baby is okay? I would sit in front of a monitor for the next 6 months just to ease the stress. Is the heart beating? Is it getting enough oxygen? Did me missing my pill ruin it's chance at getting the proper nutrition?!? The next ultrasound couldn't be further away. It's apparently the size of a lemon, but I just can't believe it. I wish it would go ahead and be the size of a baby already. I'll cry if I think too long about it all. And that's just awkward at the office.

Life is a miracle.
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  1. Abby27 October, 2012

    I wanted that picture too. SO SO much. Unfortunately, our hospital didn't allow pictures of the actual birth. :(

    If you can, I would totally do it! I know you are thinking you don't, but every mother I've talked to that have had their child's birth photographed LOVED having those pictures to look at after the fact.

    Also, you will still wonder if your baby is okay even after he/she is born. Just be glad he/she is safe inside your body now because once that little one is out it's got to deal with the whole world.

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