I've been taking lots of pictures in hopes that I'll get really good with my camera and be able to take decent pictures of this baby once it gets here. That's what led to me taking photos of this baby doll that I have, the one with the boy parts.
I thought to myself "Self, I'll take lots of pictures of this doll in different places around the house and then when the baby arrives I'll already know where the best light is." It was a great idea in theory and didn't seem the least bit creepy at the time.
Except I forgot to tell my husband I was doing that. Looking back, I guess I can see how stumbling upon a camera full of photos like this one could make a guy think that his pregnant wife had some sort of hormonal break with reality or something.
