What. A. Weekend.
Let me tell you guys about the emotional whirlwind that was ME this weekend.
I scheduled a maternity photo shoot with my friend Katie a couple of months ago and was SO excited to get some nice photos. Saturday, July 21st was the big day! I had ordered my dress and robe from PinkBlush Maternity about a week before and was so READY.
I’m going to share my beautiful maternity photos with you and tell you the story of how they came to be!
A bit about my dress first. I chose the Mint Green Rose Print Sash Tie Plus Size Maternity/Nursing Maxi Dress (what a mouthful)! I think I looked through all of the options for a solid two hours over the course of 2-3 days. I kept checking and re-checking, making a decision and changing my mind. I added probably 15 different items to my cart and ended up with these two! It was no easy task. I ended up choosing this particular dress because it had pinks and blues (for both my babies), I thought the print was really pretty and not too busy, and I can use it after baby comes for nursing! We have a wedding to go to in October that I’ll probably wear it to.
Both the dress and the Aqua/Lace robe are very comfortable and soft, with some good stretch. The only thing I don’t LOVE about them is that they are ‘hand wash only’ and line dry. That’s mainly because I’m lazy! PinkBlush Maternity had them both shipped the very next day and they arrived about two business days later.
The day of the maternity shoot, we took the morning and went to the zoo to hunt Pokemon and battle crowds. My husband even came along and we all had a great time! That afternoon we spent some time being lazy around the house, and then I started getting ready.
I personally like to take my time and give myself plenty of wiggle room when I’m getting ready for big events or photo shoots! I probably started getting ready 3 hours before we had to leave. Of course I wanted to shower, blow dry my hair, curl my hair, do makeup, and possibly do my nails. I also have to factor in choosing outfits for the boys and getting them ready. When I say ‘getting them ready’, I mean dressing Leopold (which includes chasing sometimes) and telling James at least 5 times that it’s almost time to go and he needs to start getting ready. It’s exhausting.
Finally, we were ready!
The photo shoot location was about 30 minutes away, so we left our house right at 6, got gas, and were on our way. Hubs wanted me to drive, so I had him enter the location in the GPS. Big mistake. We are both not very good at directions, so after he entered in a location that was 100 miles away, he found a closer one that was in the right time frame. I told him what to type, and he says he did it, but somehow the GPS took us 35 minutes away…in the opposite direction.
After driving a while and thinking ‘this isn’t the way I came last time’, we pulled over to check the GPS. When I realized our mistake, my heart sunk. I called our photographer to let her know our hiccup and then entered the RIGHT address into the GPS. It would have taken us an additional 35 minutes to get to the right place. If you know anything about photography, you know that timing and lighting is a huge factor. We were going to miss ‘Golden Hour’.
I called my photographer back to let her know, choking back embarrassing tears of disappointment. My husband quickly realized that I kind of faulted him for putting in the wrong address, because I kept saying “I should have checked behind you!” He did all of this while playing a game on his phone, so I know he wasn’t fully paying attention.
I put in “home” on our GPS and slowly started driving. I had to pull over again so James could drive, because I could not stop crying at this point. Leopold had slept the whole 30 minutes there (at 6:30) so I ended up giving him the mini M&M’s we promised him earlier once he woke up. Genius move, right? A nap late in the evening followed by a handful of M&M’s. At that point, I really didn’t care.
I threw on some John Mayer, closed my eyes and wallowed in my own disappointment. Sure, I may have been over reacting…but I’m 31 weeks pregnant and I’m entitled to irrational bouts of crying! I was exhausted from getting everyone ready and getting out the door, and then driving all that way. I’m really not a fan of driving, and here we were, driving for an hour for NO REASON.
James felt really bad. I could tell for all the suggestions of eating anywhere I wanted, getting ice cream, going to a movie, taking a walk, etc. But at that point I just wanted to be sad. I wasn’t hungry anymore…I just wanted to curl up in a ball and cry. I looked so pretty and now I was crying it all off and making my eyes puffy and red! UGH!
By the time we were almost home, I had resolved to suck it up and make the most of our night. That was NOT easy. We stopped at home so I could change out of my maternity dress, and I had one final sob in the bathroom while the boys waited by the car.
We went to our favorite Mexican restaurant and I ate a very small meal (all 3 of us ate for under $15). Naturally, Leopold spilled on his shirt and it is now ruined, so I had to find him a different shirt for photos the next night!
After dinner we went to a local strip mall and walked from one end to the other, where a playground is located. James and Leopold ran and chased each other and we had a really nice time! My disappointment was still there and I was still feeling really fragile, but the night wasn’t a total waste.
The next morning I woke up feeling like I had been hit by a train. I must have slept in a bad position, and that on top of having cried for so long the night before just wasn’t a great combination. James got up with Leopold and made coffee, then he got back in bed while I made everyone breakfast.
Somewhere between waking up and eating, I started feeling very emotional again. The boys were watching cartoons in bed, and I walked out into the living room and couldn’t help but notice how MESSY my house was.
Does the mess ever just catch up to you? Well, it does me! Especially being so pregnant, I often don’t have the energy to keep bending over to pick stuff up. I am starting to HATE cooking, because it gets so hot, and I’m the only one who cleans up after meals. Leopold will clean up after himself if you keep on him to do it, and again, that takes more energy than most people realize.
I looked around, feeling miserable, and realized I was up to my eyeballs in mess. It had caught up to me and I didn’t want to think about how much work I’d have to put in to get things clean again. Not to mention, my house is so outdated that it really never feels totally clean to me. So naturally, I sat down and cried. I eventually went up to sit in the bed, and when I told James why I was crying he threw up his hands and said “UGH! Everyone just needs to chill! Why is everyone in this house crying all the time!” Poor guy was right…he was pretty much surrounded by melodramatic crybabies.
He told me to just lay down, so I did. While I was laying down, he sprung into action and cleaned the kitchen, had Leopold clean the living room, and even vacuumed! Meanwhile, I napped from around 10am to 2pm!! TWO P.M.! When I stepped out of the bedroom, James said “Phew! You’re alive! I was starting to wonder!”
I still felt like garbage but I had a snack and decided to go get some groceries. I stopped at Starbucks (the coffee I’d had that morning tasted terrible and I only drank half a cup. Probably another reason I felt awful) and walked through Target, then went grocery shopping at Aldi.
This time, I spent less than 30 minutes getting ready for photos. I just did a touch up on my hair and makeup. We triple checked the GPS on the way, and ended up right where we needed to be. Luckily the weather was beautiful again and we got some great photos, thanks to my girl Katie!