Six WEEKS, maybe.
Slow down, Gabe. There's no rush!
*I have always been a shy person, always hated seeing myself in a photograph or having my picture taken. I have a propensity toward having really poor pictures taken - my eyes are usually squinty and my hair is often messy. :) A couple of years ago I realized that I really needed to change my thinking on being photographed, however, because I saw that I was indanger of inaccurately recording our family history. I was becoming the "invisible mother" in our photographic memories - and surely that would not be an appropriate representation of our lives.
I grew up in a home where it was absolutely forbidden to "show off." As I planned my wedding, my father insinuated that I was wanting to "show off" or "be seen," so even on that special day, I remember cringing at being in the spotlight. I've struggled with that (and insecurity among many other things!) since childhood. So, it is a matter of courage for me to approve of and actually allow photographs to be taken, and even more courageous for me to post them. But I want our children to remember these times and these days, and I want them to be able to look back at photos of us "in the now," with all eleven of us living at home. Photographs are, of course, only a representation of a moment in time, but as such they should be as accurate as possible. (But I draw the line and will never allow pictures to be posted of me in the morning with messy hair and mis-matched pajamas. :) )