As a photographer, very few photographers of me exist. I’m always behind the camera and I’m okay with that. It’s awkward to find myself on the other wise of the lens. I’m not good at posing and I’m constantly thinking about how I would frame things, the way I would focus the lens, what aperture and shutter speed I would set the camera at.

Still, as my due date draws closer, I hear my own advice echoing around in my head. I love photographing families because it allows me to capture these fleeting moments. I’ve come to realize how short nine months can be – and how long those same nine months can drag on! I want to have photographs of this time in my life.

I haven’t felt especially photogenic over the last week or two. I feel puffy and poorly balanced. I need a hair cut and just about every article of clothing I own is now tight. But while on a location scouting trip to Lancaster, I passed my camera to my husband, Joe, and asked him to take a few pictures of me in the poppy fields. Joe always insists he’s not very good at shooting stills, but I think he did a wonderful job.