November 10th, 2007:

I know, I know. You all want photographs of my beautiful wife at the height of her pregnancy. And I’m a photographer, so I should have least one photo of her from each day since the beginning, if not an entire flash card full of photos from each day. I know. I get it.

Unfortunately, you can’t really make a pregnant woman do anything she doesn’t want to do. I’ve planned out the photos, talked it up a bunch, even got her involved by having her buy the props one day while she was in town. The only step I haven’t taken is to set it all up and then say, “how about now? it’s all ready!”, and, believe me, I would have if I still had a studio in my house. For whatever reason, she’s not interested. Yes, it’s a huge scar across my photography manliness. I know. Thank you for telling me, though. Again.

Thankfully, I have an incredible photographer for a friend — J. Scott Kelley, aka Jonathan — who has graciously agreed to photograph the two of us in his studio to which my beautiful wife has also agreed. In fact, we head out to his studio today at 1pm. So, barring that his schedule allows him to get us a photo or two before the baby is born, you might just get a photograph after all, even if it isn’t taken by me.

Yes, yes. I’m a failure. I know. Thanks.