I had three miscarriages between the births of our two daughters (and one after our second daughter). When I was pregnant with my second miracle I lived every single day of the first two trimesters in fear of yet another loss....It was the loneliest part of my life, by far...those years of trying to have babies....but once we made it to 30 weeks and I was big and round, a project was born. I had started writing in three different pregnancy journals only to toss them away when the pregnancies ended abruptly. I hadn't dared to start one when I was pregnant for the 5th time, so, I decided that the way I would honor the life inside me was to photograph "us" in a self portrait every day until he/she was born, and that is just what I did. Here are a few of the ones I captured.