I never really got the Anne Geddes obsession when she was all the rage. But now that our own baby is almost here, I have been wanting my own little album of our baby at his tinniest in these cute little props. There is an Omaha photographer that offers such a service for basically the cost of having a baby in the first place. Might as well take advantage of new parents at their most vulnerable. I get it, it’s brilliant business.
I pitched the idea to Steve, but apparently not very convincingly. “You want to spend that kind of money on a picture of our baby in a pot with a flower on his head?” He said incredulously. “Just snap a few pictures of him yourself!” And I laughed. I laughed because of how ridiculous the idea was in the first place, but I hadn’t realized it yet. I was blinded by that pint-size hammock.
What is it about being pregnant that makes you lose touch with reality? Probably the same thing that has me filling up his closet with adorable clothes, some of which he won’t be able to wear for a year or two. Probably the same thing that has me thinking there’s got to be some way I can work less so I can be home with him more. I’m already obsessed with this little guy, and as of now he is just kicks in my stomach.
I guess a new reality is coming my way, and it might not be quite as reasonable as my old reality was. All aboard!