I kept a lot of the heavy-personal pregnancy stuff off the blog this year because it felt out of place, which is ironic because, you know, I write about my life. In reality, being pregnant was the greatest thing ever, I was completely obsessed with how my body was changing, and was known to over share every detail about it with anyone who asked me. One of the things I documented for our own personal memories was my belly growth, so beginning around week 15, we began taking weekly photos to capture the changes.
Pete captured the classic side profile shots for memory’s sake, and one of our photographer friends even took amazing professional pictures of our family just days before Hattie’s arrival, but my ultimate inspiration was from this beautiful pin, so I diligently captured photos throughout the pregnancy of my belly from my eye-level perspective. I wasn’t organized enough to take the photos with the same camera, in the same lighting, in the same outfit, or at the same location every week, but the fact that I was at the beach for one of my photos (bikini!), in our woods for others, and at parties for… many… makes the whole series a little more memorable for us personally.
Passing it on for your own inspiration, here are some of my favorites:
Once Hattie arrived, I knew I wanted to document her own growth too, and while there are about 1,000,000,000 different-but-all-so-similar ways that people are doing that these days, I decided to keep it simple and use myself as the constant factor in all of the photos, to document her growth in my own arms.
Two weeks in, and I’m mostly happy for having remembered to do them.
In what different ways have you documented change for your own memories?
During the spring and early summer, we watched what appeared to be a dead pine tree hovering over our backyard flourish with the tiniest pine cones and sweetest needles you’d ever see. It was very curious to us, both in that it was growing needles (it had lost them?), and that the needles were all clustered along the trunk of the tree and the main branches – not off offshoots, and all very short.
It was the best pine tree I ever did see, I was continuously fascinated with its development as summertime went on, noting that it even had lots of little groups of growth covering areas the trunk, as if it were trying to spawn some new offshoots. I even used a sprig from it in my HGTV Holiday House mantle design.
My Dad identified it for us as a Tamarack pine tree (a.k.a. Eastern Larch, or American Tamarack). It’s apparently very common in the northern states, Canada, and way up yonder, but not a tree I’d come across before, or at least noticed with distinction.
I wanted to learn more about the Tamarack, mostly curious as to why, if there was one in our yard, why weren’t they all over the place like other pine varieties in the area?
That’s when I found photos like this, showcasing the beauty of the Tamarack in its most famed state, a golden fall masterpiece, a totally jaw dropping sight. (I pulled this photo from rlove2bike, thank you for enlightening me!)
Maybe many of you are accustomed to this, but I’ve never seen it. And since June, I’ve been basically counting down the days until fall to see it transform into a glorious sight.
It happened for us at the beginning of this month (this is one of those posts I meant to share with you sooner, pre-babe).
I only wish we had a whole forest of them for mass impact.
But one will do.