What seems like an eternity ago, both because my youngest baby is two-months-old and because it was bitterly cold and windy on the day in question (despite being mid-April) and this week it's about a billion degrees, a friend of mine wanted to get some practice/experience with maternity shots. Despite hating belly pictures, I reluctantly agreed - and was photographed 8 days before Nolan's birth. I knew (though not as definitively then) that it would likely be my last pregnancy, and I figured I never had to do anything with them if I regretted having them taken, but I couldn't go back and take them again if I wanted to. Seeing them now, they're kind of bittersweet - not to mention that not all of them are flattering - but alas, here are a handful. Enjoy!