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The week before their wedding it rained. And rained and rained. It was one of those “are we still in California?” kind of storms that made everyone worry about that little cloudy picture on the weather forecast. Everyone, that is, besides Nicole and Colton. After meeting in high school, falling in love in college, and sticking by one another’s side through grad school cross-country moves, they were so excited to be getting married- rain or shine!

As they made their way to Danza Del Sol Winery just hours before the ceremony, the rain turned to a drizzle which turned to nothing more than cloud cover. It ended up being the most beautiful day. From the weather, to the details filled with hints of maroon and navy, to happy tears sneaking out of multiple guests eyes, Nicole and Colton’s wedding was the true definition of a celebration.

Congrats to the sweet newlyweds, and thank you both for being a couple of the best clients this photographer could ever ask for!

Photographer: Jessica Hickerson Photography

Venue: Danza Del Sol Winery

Florist: Sweet Pea Floral Creations


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Week 15. After taking a genetic blood test, I fell into the routine of harassing my doctors office until they had the gender results. No, seriously. They promised to call me within the week, so once those 7 days passed I was calling once… twice… even three times a day.

Ever since I was a kid I would say I wanted one daughter. Partially because I aspired to be Lorelai Gilmore and because that is all I knew as my parent’s only child (and I think you want what you know, you know?). Sam’s love of big families and an entirely different aspiration to be Zeek Braverman led us to agree on having more than one. (P.s. if you’re not getting these references you have some serious Netflixing to do.) BUT I desperately clung to my dream of having a girl first, and when we found out we were pregnant I was not ashamed to tell everyone this. You know those parents that say “oh we would be happy with whatever as long as he/she is healthy”? That definitely wasn’t me. So of course our friends and family were all secretly betting it would be a boy, because I wanted it too much and oh-yeah-that-whole-genetic-thing of Sam having mostly boys on his side…

We decided on the perfect boy name just after taking the genetic test which made me feel a little better “just in case.” I knew it was a girl. It had to be. But as the test results took longer, I was starting to feel like it was a sign this little bean was a boy. I accepted it, embraced it, and admitted that baby boy clothes at Target are cuter anyhow.

I continued with my harassing until I finally got a nurse to help me track down my results. Sam was at work and I had been texting him complaining about how annoying it was to wait… but then I found out… and he still wouldn’t be home for a couple hours. So I raced to the store to get balloons, flowers, and cookies to tell him the news since I was too excited to tell him about my positive pregnancy test in a cute way. He opened the door and started walking toward our bedroom. I thought my heart would explode, or that I would pee, either way I was so excited to tell him….


IT’S A GIRL!!!!!!!!!!!

I think even the bean was doing a celebratory dance because that night was also the first time I felt her move. As you can image, Sam and I and our families are all SO stinkin excited!

P.s. I haven’t taken any bump photos yet because I feel awkward, especially when there is nothing to show. But here I am paddle boarding at 15 weeks. I can’t wait to have a big old belly and still be balancing on this board- oh what a sight I’ll be!


Week 17. Aka that one time I almost fainted in Target. During the second trimester it has been easy for me to forget that I’m pregnant. My lack of a “belly” and virtually symptom-less pregnancy (besides headaches and congestion) have me feeling more like someone trying to recover from a cold that ate one too many breakfast burritos. So forgetting I’m pregnant means forgetting to eat every 2-3 hours like I’m supposed to.

I was in one of the far corners of Target when I started to feel a little dizzy. I decided it was time to check out and I’d get food on the way home. All of a sudden I get really hot and felt like I might pass out. So I just sit down in the middle of the aisle. My ears were ringing and my sight was so blurry that I felt like I was lost in a tunnel. I thought maybe I could make it to Starbucks, but when I tried to stand my legs said NOPE. Then I remembered there was Gatorade in my cart so with every ounce of effort I had, I reached up to grab one and chugged it like it was the first drink I’ve had all year. That gave me the energy to make it to checkout where I ate a milkyway in line and apologized to the cashier later.

Now the only reason I’m telling this story is because at least 10 people (including Target employees) walked passed me during my little “episode” and not a SINGLE one asked if I was okay. Granted I’m not obviously pregnant, but I’d like to think that if the roles were reversed I would have offered some help. It’s a weird time in our country where people are angry and fighting for change; that change has to start with individuals simply willing to offer a hand to one another. I don’t mean to get preachy, really, but its time for us all to stop being selfish. Let’s be kind humans.


P.s. if anyone has any recommendations for local + handmade shops that sell super cute, itty bitty baby clothes I’d love to hear them!


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Monica and Ryan made plans to travel across the country to say their vows in Joshua Tree on the first day of winter. They had never been there before but something about that mysterious place was calling to them. They share a passion for hiking and in their 6 years together have always know they would get married in a nontraditional way. Winter Solstice in the middle of the California desert just made sense.

The hours leading up to their ceremony it was pouring rain. There were flash flood warnings on the freeway and reports of hail in the desert. But Monica and Ryan kept their spirits high as they got ready at the Ace. I met them at their hotel room and then we drove into the park through the storm clouds. The moment we stepped out of the car in Joshua Tree, the rain stopped and the wind was calm. We walked through dirt and cactus until they found a spot for the ceremony that felt right. Besides the occasional howl of a coyote, the palpable quiet made it feel like there wasn’t another soul for miles. The sun peeked in and out from behind the clouds as they read their promises to one another and exchanged rings. It was the perfect day.

Monica and Ryan, thank you thank you thank you for asking me to be a part of your elopement. I will never forget how calm and happy you were that day, and like I told you before I would shoot 1,000 more weddings just like yours! I’m especially grateful you asked me to be your witness as well- what a huge honor and a big check off my wedding photographer bucket list 😉


Photography: Jessica Hickerson Photography

Flowers: My Little Flower Shop

Dress: Stone Fox Bride

MUAH: Ace Hotel Spa

Officiant: The Vow Keeper

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  • Adeyling - Hi! I love all of your photos! Can you tell me where exactly in Joshua Tree did you take these photos? I love the location!ReplyCancel

    • Jessica - Hi Adeyling! This was close to the Hidden Valley Picnic Area :) But truly every inch of Joshua Tree is gorgeous!ReplyCancel

One of my favorite parts of having a blog is being able to share my story alongside the stories of my clients. When I got engaged I blogged about wedding planning and what it was like to be marrying my high school sweetheart. I have shared about road trips, adopting our dogs, and other pieces of our life whenever I had a chance. I love having a place where I can document life’s sweetest moments. Now I’m ready to share the next chapter…
10 Months of Waiting

For the better part of 2016 I felt like I was keeping a huge secret. Sam and I started trying to have a baby. I thought it would be like turning on a switch. One day you weren’t ready to get pregnant, then the next day you decided it was time, and boom it would happen! Well for me that just wasn’t the case.

I ate healthy, worked out, stopped drinking alcohol and coffee, and I wanted it- isn’t that all that was necessary? Just weeks after stopping birth control I was convinced I was pregnant. The symptoms were there. I was nauseous with really odd cravings, sleepy all the time, and had stomach pains. I HAD TO BE PREGNANT. I was buying groceries for the week and walked by the pharmacy. The pregnancy tests caught my eye. $20?! Oh well, I’m buying two! I didn’t tell my husband (the man I text mid-day updates on what I ate for lunch and cute things our dogs do) because I was all about the surprise. Everything was planned in my head, how I would tell him and then how we would tell our parents a few weeks later… How I needed to reschedule some of my work in November because I would have a newborn at home…

That was my first negative test. It had to be a mistake, or maybe I just took it wrong, or too early? I told myself I could try again tomorrow. I wrapped the test in a napkin and threw away the evidence so I wouldn’t have to share the bad news. But tomorrow’s test was also negative. And the next one. And the next. I must be doing something wrong… I downloaded a cycle-tracking app, and cracked down with more research on getting pregnant. It was then I learned about the affects of birth control on a woman’s body even after she stops taking it. That was the first pang of true fear I felt, what if it takes months to get pregnant? And then, what if I never get pregnant?

It might sound crazy. A 23 year old newlywed so worried about not being able to get pregnant after a month of trying. But that negative test brought up a fear that I think hides inside most women. The endless “what ifs.”

We then found ourselves in 9 long months of waiting, unanswered questions, irregular cycles, and a doctor that wouldn’t advise anything more than patience. Each ovulation and pregnancy test I took came back negative. Something had to be wrong, but I couldn’t’ figure out what it could be. I started to feel like our life was being put on hold and it was completely out of my control. After pleading my case time and time again, I was finally able to get an appointment with an infertility doctor.

It was the weekend before our appointment and I was sure I was about to get a visit from “Aunt Flo” (which would mean I would need to delay the appointment into the next year). Sam told me I should take one last pregnancy test and I refused. I couldn’t handle another negative. But the next morning the pile of unused tests were sitting on the counter and I thought “why not.” I didn’t even look at the test for five minutes; I just continued getting ready and pretending I wasn’t freaking out.  When I finally allowed my eyes to wander toward that tiny screen, there it was! A faint line. It had to be a mistake, right? I remembered all the articles I read about how uncommon false positives were, along with the symptoms I’d been feeling, and it hit me: I’m pregnant!!! I threw open the bathroom door and jumped on top of a sleeping Sam saying “Wake up! There’s two lines! Wake up!!!”

We rushed out the door to buy more tests (three different kinds- just in case!) and two onesies to gift to our parents. Every test was instantly positive. So again we ran out the door to tell our friends (who just told us a week before that they were also pregnant!!), Sam’s parents, and then my parents. We handed them each a gift bag and said “We know what you can be for Halloween next year…” and then they pulled out the onesie, “Grandparents!!”

Weeks 6-14

The first few weeks it didn’t seem real. I felt like I had a whole new secret, but this time it was so… comforting. Rewarding, even. We scheduled our first ultrasound and counted down the days until we could finally hear that little heartbeat. Walking in to that office I was so nervous that something was going to go wrong or that the tests were actually negative. My blood pressure was through the roof and I explained to the nurse I was just nervous. So she sent us to the ultrasound room and Sam and I both locked our eyes on the screen. From the moment the probe hit my stomach, we could see a tiny little flicker in the middle of a little bean. “There’s your baby.” And when she asked if we wanted to hear the heart beat, we both nodded wordlessly. It took a second, but then there it was, so strong for only 6 weeks. Sam was so lost in the moment he forgot to take a video and I couldn’t even be mad at him. It was all real. “There’s your baby.”

Every mom in the world is going to hate me for saying this… but the first trimester of pregnancy was so easy for me. There was a week where I was grossed out by all food except bread and I had a temporary love affair with salad… don’t worry, thats definitely over. I’ve felt pretty exhausted (turns out growing a human takes a toll on you!) so I haven’t been able to exercise like I used to. And while I think my emotions have been in check (my husband might disagree), I can’t help but ball at any video of a cute puppy. But other than that I have been SO incredibly lucky. We also lucked out with a doctor that schedules an ultrasound every three weeks and I find myself just as nervous/ giddy/ high-blood-pressure-y at each one.

As I’m writing this (on January 3rd) I am 14 weeks along and due July 4th. We will find out the gender next week, and even though I currently look like I enjoyed a few too many Christmas cookies I’ve been told my belly will ‘pop’ any day now. I hope to blog every couple weeks of my pregnancy with updates, nursery plans, and everything in between. I’m really looking forward to sharing this journey and transitioning into a working MOM <3
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  • Andrea - If I could leave heart eye emojis in a blog comment, I would leave one million of them. We’re still so happy for you guys and can’t wait to meet baby Hickerson!ReplyCancel

  • Hannah Q - Jessica, what a beautiful blog post. It touched my heart and had me in tears. Thank goodness I wasn’t wearing any make-up. After trying for 4 months, my husband and I found out we were pregnant w a baby due in June–just a few weeks before yours! We went for our first US at 8 weeks because my husband was leaving for a month long business trip. I remember the same nervous feelings I had. I waited for that flicker of the heart but unfortunately for us there was a baby but no flicker. Although it was extremely tough to move on, hearing stories like yours definitely gives me hope. Congrats and finish strong! Can’t wait to hear more updates ❤ReplyCancel

    • Jessica - Hannah, I’m so, so sorry. I can’t even imagine what that has been like, but I’m so glad my blog has given you hope. I look forward to seeing a post announcing your rainbow baby <3ReplyCancel

  • Baby Diaries: Part Four » Jessica Hickerson Photography - […] you read my first baby diaries post, you know we were planning + trying for this baby for 10 months. In that time I read a lot […]ReplyCancel

Every detail of Becca and Matt’s wedding day was so perfectly “them.” They decided to have their wedding on a Monday, because that is the weekend for theatre actors. The 1909 in Topanga Canyon was a perfect location with an amphitheater for the ceremony and they lucked out with a summery day in the middle of a stormy fall season. During their ceremony they read the most passionate vows, and then danced the night away to Jersey Girl. Every guest found themselves sneakily wiping away tears as they witnessed two of the sweetest people finally get married.

I will always treasure days like these.


Dirty Dancing, anyone?


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