During my wedding planning days I became obsessed with photographer websites.
And it should be stated that the term "wedding planning days" does not necessarily mean I was engaged during those days. I was wedding planning long before a certain somebody got down on bended knee.
I would spend hours looking at photo websites and blogs. Of course at that time I was only looking at engagement pictures and wedding pictures, but I fell in love with looking at photography.
Here lately I have moved on from spending endless hours looking at engagement and wedding photos and moved onto newborn photos and pictures of young children looking oh so cute.
It's only natural.
And during the course of this pregnancy I have been compiling various "props" to use for Eli's first newborn pictures. I've got them all together and have been so excited thinking about him with all these props in his newborn pics.
He is going to be so cute with all that hair.
It wasn't until a few days ago when I was dreaming in my mind about where I would hang these sweet newborn pictures that it occurred to me; I hadn't yet booked a photographer.
What. The. Heck.
I had the props, the dreams, the visions, BUT NO PHOTOGRAPHER.
So I set out for my trusty friend Facebook and found a local newborn photographer that I fell in love with. I emailed her hoping, praying and crossing my fingers that she would have availability in the next 2-3 weeks.
I knew it was probably a long shot but I tried desperately to use the power of positive thinking.
I waited all day long to hear back from her. I checked my email like a crazy woman. Considered emailing her again, stalked her facebook and saw that she had updated an hour ago. CLEARLY SHE COULD WRITE ME BACK.
That night I went to sleep with still no sign of an email from this photographer that I had now elevated to God-like status in my mind and NEEDED to hear back from. I woke up that night (morning?) around 2:00am and decided to check my email.
Let it be said that nothing good can come from checking your email after 1:00 in the morning.
Around 11:30pm I had received an email that stated she did not have any availability in March.
Big. Sad. Pregnant. Tears.
Then the realization that a newborn photographer may not be so easy to come across this late in the game hit me and I went slightly crazy at 2:00 in the morning.
I found my laptop and started researching newborn photographers, prices, and sent out several emails.
I also sent out an email to the photographer that I had elevated to God-like status. I'm not exactly sure what I said, but I do remember it was emotional and pitiful.
I'm not sure what is worse. An email from a drunk person at 2:00 in the morning or an email from a hormonal, desperate pregnant woman at 2:00 in the morning?
It's a toss up.
I emailed photographers until around 3:30. I was a woman on a mission. I had my route 44 water next to me, lap top on my lap, and a snack at my side. It was all business. Eventually I decided I probably wasn't going to hear back from anybody at this time of night and decided it was time to go back to sleep.
Keep in mind I did all this crying , emailing, snacking while my husband slept oh so ever soundly next to me.
He never even flinched.
I could have delivered this baby right then and there and I'm not sure he would have rolled over.
I did eventually hear back from a sweet photographer who could squeeze me in at such late notice.
Thankfully my cute ideas and props I have in mind for the photos will not die in vain. Despite the fact that I have lost my EVER LOVING MIND and completely forgot about a photographer.
I am definitely at the end of this pregnancy. You don't want to even know all that I have forgotten lately or how many pointless tears have been shed lately.
I mean, if an entire story about crying about a photographer at 2:00 in the morning doesn't show that I've lost my mind I don't know what will!