Today’s turn of unexpected events

Today I am 34 weeks pregnant.

This is the first day that I am on my own since moving to Tasmania and my husband banned me from doing anything but setting up my nursery and pack hospital bag as he noticed the impact of me not being able to nest and rest for the most of my pregnancy. This gave me great joy.

So we awoke and shared a lovely morning meal by the fireplace.

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Simply perfect.

I packed him a lunch box and Robin set off for the day to work on the foundations for ‘the Shearer Shack’.

A day where I do not have to get out of my pj’s was much needed and sounded just delightful. Slowly but surely I enjoyed the quite morning unpacking all the beautiful items I was gifted at my baby shower and preparing for Baby Bear’s arrival. In amongst nesting, I did some washing too.

 

Now our house has doors that lock automatically when the door is closed, so you either need to be on the inside or have a key when you exit the building. When I go outside I usually wedge the door open slightly or take a key with me.

Upon exiting the home for the second load of washing the wind took the door and slammed it shut, locking me out. We have a coded lock at the back door but pregnancy brain took its toll and there was nothing I could do to remember the code.

So here I am. Messy bed hair, no bra, house slippers, and a big bathrobe standing outside in the winter Tasmanian winds. My phone, keys and dignity all locked away within the home.

At this point we only have lived in Tasmania itself for 5 days and with my sense of direction, I could not remember where anyone we had met in our time here lived. There was no way my restless self was going to sit around for several hours waiting for Robin to come home.

I knew Robin was working 9 minutes from home. The road leading there was 100km/h and so my calculations had me at being able to walk that distance in about 2 hours. Math isn’t my strong point, and worse so pregnant.

Luckily for the wind that was around today the first load of washing was mostly dry. They were of course, all of Robins clothing, so I wacked on three of his slightly damp shirts, a pair of tracksuits and found my gumboots by the front door. K, dressed… enough. And set out for my hike.

Over the last week my pregnancy symptoms were pretty severe having me in tears just about everyday but today was different and I was determined to not let anything bring me down. I set out on my adventure to be with the one I love.

The first 2 km I was going strong, but after that started feeling niggles and pains. At the point I was limping along I had the brilliant idea of hitch hiking. At this point I had done nothing about my bed hair so you can imagine the sight. Messy little, massively pregnant pregnant lady on the side of a rural country road. To my surprise, it seemed pregnancy didn’t add to peoples sympathy in picking up a random from the side of the road. Countless cars drove by and I was determined to continue the journey.

I had made 4km of ground when I started thinking this might not have been my brightest plan but there was no point turning back. At this point if I sat down and rested a couple of minutes every kilometre it would relieve my back pain enough to continue a little further. I really was enjoying the fresh hair and singing to my Jesus as I continued to put one foot in front of another.

Two hours into my walk the Lord sent me a saint. A fella who had just become a grandad 10 days ago so was visiting his new grandchild from Western Australia. He was out and about running errands for his family when pity fell upon him and he picked me up. At the point I had covered 5km and didn’t realise there was 7km more to go to the Shearer Shack. I was so grateful I actually ran for the first time since 17 weeks pregnant. No, more like sprinted the 20 meters to his car door.

We chatted and drove the 7 km together and about 400 meters before the entrance to the property I see Robin driving in his car the opposite direction, presumably driving home. Oh no :/

I waved at Robin with little hope he saw me and just decided to continue my journey to the property anyway, where there I would wait for Robin to figure out where I might be.

Luckily enough this story ends happily, as he did see me, turned around, picked me up and together we went home to a warm slow cooked lunch together. I feel so blessed to have the energy today to have walked 5km and then to be rescued. Now I shall bathe and continue my day of resting and nesting.

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Both complete sadness and complete bliss ~ Naturally Jek’s bubba shower and fair well.

My heart is now so full even though yesterday was met with deep emotion.

Bittersweet.

I am so blessed to have been spoiled beyond compare at my baby shower, where each and every person celebrated in the joy of my darling little human about to enter onto earth side.

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I’ve never been so ‘in the moment’ and ‘present’ with people before than I did yesterday afternoon. This stemmed out of two factors; one, my go getter personality has virtually taken a holt since being pregnant and all I can do is just be. A quality I have only recently acquired. And two, yesterday was the last time for a long time I would see the beautiful faces of the many humans that I love so dearly in this world.

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In 10 short days is when I take my husbands hand and our little family and embark upon a leap of faith kind of journey to the other side of Australia. I’ve always loved adventure, change and living excitedly. However, of all the moves, this is he hardest, because never before have I had the deep heart connection to so many people as I have since being where I am now.

I am extremely emotional.

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I am extremely pregnant.

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I am extremely blessed.