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.


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.

milk bath

My mother~to~be racing experience

Knowing that I love the thrill of a good race, I signed up for the Mooloolaba Triathlon months before it was held. I started commencing my endurance training, and again, after having some time off was in love with being active daily. Just before Christmas 2016 I found out I was pregnant, but if you know anything about Triathlons, they aren’t cheap. So I was committed. Not pulling out if I can help it.

This little bubba was about to go on quite the journey.


I was so blessed to have my mother who is almost the prime age of 50, and had never competed a distance that size, join me to help “her grandchild finish the race”. She got me through many an early morning training sessions as we led up to the big day!

The whole time to feel energised, make sure bubbie was getting what they need and recover quickly, I took prenatal care supplements. These helped a lot with when I wasn’t feeling so good and had concerns if the endurance training would stress my body out.

17 weeks was how far along I was when the race was scheduled and between week 6 and 11 I was horribly ill with morning sickness. Come week 11 I started to feel vigorous again and got back into the “serious training”. Despite feeling better, I noticed my body was doing things of its own: growing bubba and slowing. In theory I knew this was expected and natural, but being the driven person that I am it was challenging slowing down. About three weeks ago I came back from a bike ride with my cycling group and my husband asked me how it went. I burst into tears because I no longer could keep up with everyone. It took a lot of mental work to get me thinking about enjoying the event not being competitive but eventually I got there.

So the day before the event, I was full of excitement. Ready to just enjoy the day, the festive vibes and have a blast with my Mumma and bubba. We stayed at some of our best friends place on the coast, who were also racing with us. Then, just before bed I threw up. Ew! And No! Not the night before the race. Feeling nervous yet again, I got myself a good night sleep, hydrated up and by morning was pumping ready to go feeling great! What a blessing.


We arrived to set our gear up in the dark and watched the sun rise over the Mooloolaba Ocean. It was perfect. The ocean had barely a ripple in it. No currents, no rips, no waves, and crystal clear. I have always been a water bug. Feeling free. And this swim was a breezes. 1.5km of glorious gliding. I did get knocked in the face three times by other competitors, but that is to be expected when you have literally thousands of athlete’s in the water racing the same strip. I came out of the water feeling strong and in 30 minutes. This is the exact same time as my PB and I was stoked being pregnant.


Mum is better at running then I, but I did have her in the water. This was perfect though because I was able to get to my bike in time, sit and even eat a protein bar to reenergise my body for the rest of the race to come. 3 minutes later Mum was with me, saddled up and we were ready to go.
There was a slight headwind both ways on the course, but nothing to be concerned about. For the most part the triathletes were polite. I got complements for my socks on the course by a co-competitor. I love the bike, because I love going REAL fast and I love the feeling of your body being the machine propelling you forward. The groin pain however, nah, I don’t love that so much.

I predicted I would do the 40km ride in about an hour and a half and came in at 1 hour and 25 minutes. Cool, last leg to go, the 10km run. I hate running! Running is not only terrible on your joints and aging, but it also just feels suckie. I suppose though, all triathletes have a favourite and a least desirable section of the three dimensions.

Part of the reason the run disagrees with me so much is that it is always in the hottest time of the race and by the end, you’re most exhausted. My one goal in the run is to NOT OVERHEAT! Keeping my temps down meant drenching my body in water at each water station. My shoes were going squish, squish the whole way. I had to walk up a few of the hills, saw beautiful and encouraging friends several times along the course and my incredible mother, who I am so grateful for stuck by me, even though her fitness level at this time could have taken her across the finish line far sooner then what my body allowed.


The feeling of coming over the last hill and into the crowds towards the finish line. Wow. It brought up so much excitement because 1. Being in a race is invigorating but 2. I had just completed an Olympic Size Triathlon at 17 weeks pregnant. I heard someone in the crowd shout out “good work ladies. Now fix up your number bibs and put a smile on those faces for the finish line”. And smile we did!

Final 100 meters and Mum said “let’s go baby!”. We have a habit of sprinting the final section of the races we do together. But my little body wasn’t going to take me any faster and I just said I couldn’t. I just couldn’t. I gave it everything and it most certainly wasn’t a sprint. Welcome to motherhood.

The moment I crossed the finish line that was it ~ A surge of pregnancy hormones overwhelmed me and I just cried. I went to the medic tent to get them to check my temps. 36 degrees. All good. And thank goodness. I had a mini heaving sessions but my bod had used up all the food I had given it so nothing came out. Mumma knew I needed lots of water and ice and I became her priority. She is wonderful.

And then relief set in. I had done it. We had done it. And it was done.

I’m so grateful to my friend and family who supported me through training the saw me through the race on the day. A particular shout out to my mountain man who sacrificed lots of time and money to have me achieve something extraordinary.

Celebrations included a chocolate thick shake, chicken and avocado sandwich and an ocean dip. I now am so ready for yoga, Pilates and swimming to carry me through the rest of my pregnancy.