Maternity Photo Shoot and Why I Finally Decided to do One
This pregnancy is my "second" one, but it's really truly my fourth. My daughter Charlotte was born nearly seven years ago. In all honesty I had no business having a baby at 23. Her dad and I hadn't been together long and we had just moved away from every friend and family member we had up to the great state of Maine from Ohio. I thought I had the flu, but he was convinced I was pregnant...he was correct. So we embarked on what would become the hardest part of my life. Money was tight, we weren't happy, but we had a healthy, beautiful baby girl. Fast forward a few years and I was now in my mid/late twenties. I was in a serious relationship that, at the time, I thought was perfect and on it's way to being the real deal. I was no longer with my daughters father, as we split up shortly before her 2nd birthday. We were back in Ohio and life seemed good. My significant other at the time was truly a good man. We were making plans, setting goals, and trying to figur