As soon as I saw that little plus sign on that little stick that confirmed we had indeed been blessed with a fifth child I told myself that I was finally going to bite the bullet and get some professional maternity pictures done.  However,  when my belly started to grow and grow, and then my rear decided it would be fun to go into competition with my belly I started to change my mind.  Combined with the fact that the camera adds ten pound I decided the last place I needed to be found was in front of it.  Yes people always tell me I have an excuse because I am  pregnant,  but it does not make you feel any better when you squeeze into a pair of maternity pants and then have to give up your right to breath for the rest of the day.  So I told my good friend Irene of Irene Frankhouse Photography that maternity photos were out of the question and she pinned me to the ground and started twisting my arm until I screamed uncle.  I was wincing in pain from all the twisting and finally raised my white towel and gave in.  You would think I would be upset with her for being so rough on the fat girl but all I can do is thank her because the pictures turned out better then I could have imagined.  I thought that she may have used a magic wand but I think she is just the fabulous at what she does!  Here are my favorites!