A maternity photoshoot - Central Coast

My hubby kept putting off having photos taken of us when we were expecting our first baby. He would snap photos of myself with my huge belly, but together? Nup. There was always an excuse, and to be fair, not many men jump up and down at the thought of getting in photos.

So, I was not even 38 weeks, waters had just broken (cue panic), we were waiting at Gosford hospital, drug-free and swinging between freaking out and excited anticipation. I was sporting my glam granny undies, sweaty, and I put my foot down. If I was having this baby, he was getting in a photo with this belly.

Thankfully I like to prolong things, like labour. It was some 15 hours.

I had time to whip out the snap-and-shoot camera, (which I was lucky to remember to pack haphazardly into the hospital bag at all!) and I captured the first image of my belly with hubby in it - he is kissing my belly, my head is chopped off, (which is probably a blessing as I would have looked a state), but you know what? This single photo made it into a frame.

Next pregnancy was different, and I put my swollen pregnant foot down at 32 weeks for some family maternity photos (with my head visible this time). Bonus, I had my gorgeous first born in the photos too. These are images I cherish, of my family of three, about to become four.

Chenay came to me expecting her fourth boy, and told me she had not had maternity photos done before. This gorgeous woman deserves to be in front of the camera. Hell, she's a lot more glamorous than I could ever hope to be. Did I mention she was expecting her fourth boy?

Check out our afternoon spent at Norah Head.