38 1/2 weeks pregnant with my fourth child, a baby boy due on or around November 7th. (I've never taken due dates very seriously, as one child was early, one was right on time, and one was almost a week past.) I was exhausted, weepy, and emotional earlier in the day, and a photo shoot was the last thing I wanted to do, especially during dinner hour. But that's when the light is best; with the sun setting around 6:15 these days and Daylight Savings Time in less than a week, we did it anyway. And let's face it, the belly isn't gonna be this impressive for much longer.
My husband makes me feel beautiful. And if he can do that for me, his very pregnant, "occasionally" cranky wife, and still elicit smiles that are genuine, well, I'd say the chances are pretty good that he can do the same for you.