Guess how many belly pictures I've taken? No... Guess....
Turns out that I'm now this big, fat snob and I don't wanna take pictures of my belly with my cell phone with the dog in the background! Waaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah!
So, this past weekend, I broke out the good ole tripod and remote and tried to do a self-portrait. Simple, right?
It was maybe the most frustrating thing I've ever done in my life.
Frustration + Pregnancy Hormones = Almost Incredible Hulk Tearing of Clothes and Throwing of Inanimate Objects.
My husband was kind of scared of me.
Lesson? Don't do self-portraits with your camera unless you are super zen. The end.
Another lesson? Be prepared for the fact that your belly AND face are youge and you might need an objective party to choose your photos for you afterwards because you will hate how you look in every.single.one.