Sunrise 2 Sunset

 Well, where has the time gone? It feels like these weeks have flown by faster than the river after rain. I can’t believe I’m already at 31 weeks on the baby counter! The past week has been a relaxing one at home, which has been just what I needed. I’ve spent so much time with Frank’s new puppy — getting lots of puppy cuddles has been a lifesaver for this emotional, pregnant lady. 🐶💛 Speaking of emotions… when did your hormones really kick in during pregnancy? I’ve been doing pretty well so far, keeping things steady, but since I’ve been home the last two weeks, I’ve definitely noticed my emotions have heightened. When Frank’s pup got sick, I was so upset and struggled to hold back the tears. Thankfully she’s better now, but I still find myself anxious about everything she does! On top of that, I’ve managed to catch a cold 🤧. It’s mostly chesty with a cough and a runny nose. It hasn’t been too bad, but it’s been making sleep tricky — waking up coughing and feeling that strain...

  Last time I checked in, I thought I might be starting to nest… but couldn’t quite get there. Well. Since then, life has well and truly decided nesting can wait. Australia Day – 110mm and Rising On Australia Day we had 110mm overnight . Upstream got 150mm… and we still don’t know what fell in the headwaters. We walked down to the river around 5:30pm to check it. Slight rise. Nothing major. We came back to the house, and I thought I’d check the upstream camera — and that was the moment the stomach dropped. It was massive. We had about an hour before dark. So, we did what you do — moved what we could. Dogs, plants, lawn mower. Anything outside that had legs or wheels. Then we started inside. Word came through from next door that it was tracking to roughly just above the 2019 flood height — though no one was sure if it was still rising or had peaked. By 10pm the river was out of its banks and nearly in the house yard. By midnight it was roaring through downstairs. And when...

  So, here’s a question I’ve been asking myself lately — when does nesting actually start? And more importantly… has it started for me already? I’m not entirely sure if this sudden urge to have everything planned, organised, and ready is the nesting bug creeping in… or if it’s just my usual OCD tendencies wanting things done properly and in order. Either way, I’ve definitely been feeling a strong pull to get the nursery set up and sorted. The catch? Before I can even start, there’s a bed and a duchess that need to come out of the room, the space needs a good clean, and I’ll need someone to give Frank a hand moving the bigger items — because they’re just a bit much for this pregnant Mumma. Not impossible… just not sensible either. And then there’s the second catch — I don’t actually have most of the nursery gear here yet. Every day I look at the room and think, I should really start setting this up. Then I stop and think… what’s the point right now? We’re still slightly flo...

  Thought I’d share a little update on how things are faring up here after the monsoonal rain event we’ve just had. We were very lucky. We received some beautiful, much-needed rain but nothing too extreme — our biggest fall was around 84ml in 24 hours . The river came right up to the house, stopping just short of reaching the concrete underneath. For that, I am incredibly grateful, because this pregnant Mumma had zero desire to be cleaning mud out from under the house. Christmas and New Year were spent at home. We had plans to head out and catch up with a few people, but with the river rising, we decided it was best to stay put — and thankfully so. We’re still currently flooded in, although the river is slowly making its way back down. On Sunday we watched the river peak, and for a while there we looked like a little island, completely surrounded by water (see photo below). While the river dropped quickly, it wasn’t without drama. Somewhere along the way, a gum tree appears to ...

  Where to Start… Well… where do I start? Truth is, not a whole lot has happened lately — but also, so much has. The end of November saw me log on for some training as part of my leadership program, which was a really good reset and something just for me . December, though, was always going to be about bub. We made the trip to the big smoke for our 20-week scan, and I’m happy to say bub is doing really well — sitting right around the 56th percentile. The OB was very happy with everything, which always helps settle the nerves. Bub was a little shy, so we didn’t manage to get any great photos this time, but we did get to see an open mouth and a little drink of fluid, which was honestly pretty amazing to watch. Over the last couple of weeks, the movements have really picked up. Feeling those strong kicks and rolls has been unreal. It’s something I’ve always been excited for, but I didn’t realise just how much it would tug at my heart. It makes everything feel very real. Christma...

  Missing in Action… for the Best Reason Ever If you’ve been wondering why I’ve been a little (okay… a lot) quiet lately, I promise I haven’t fallen off the face of the earth. I’ve just been riding a very different kind of rollercoaster — one that’s equal parts exhaustion, nausea, excitement, and pure magic. Yep… we’re expecting our first baby! 🤍 Even writing that still gives me butterflies. The Truth Behind the Silence To put it lightly, pregnancy hit me like a wayward poddy calf — fast, hard, and totally unexpected. I’ve been battling the full trio:  morning sickness (that lasts all day), fatigue that could drop a bullock, and days where just getting out of bed felt like a personal victory. No one really prepares you for how all-consuming the first trimester can be. I’ve had days where the smell of toast set me off… days where I slept like I hadn't slept in years… and days where I wondered if I’d ever feel normal again. But slowly, slowly… the fog is lifting. The Jo...

 It’s been a little while since I last sat down to write—just over two months, in fact. I had to go back and read my last post to remind myself where I left things off. Back then, we were just starting to prep for mustering, fresh out of egg collection, and I was recovering from OHSS. Those first weeks were a bit of a blur. I spent most of my time in the kitchen making sure the crew had warm brekkies, yummy smokos, and hearty dinners. You’d be surprised how busy that keeps you, especially when your energy levels aren’t quite what they should be. Recovery wasn’t something I bounced back from easily—on top of OHSS, I had a flu to fight off as well. My days were fairly simple: up early to get cooking, dinners prepped, lawns watered… then straight into an afternoon nap. I had to learn quickly to tune into what my body could do, and where I needed to slow down. That was hard. When you’re used to being in the yards, out on a bike, or walking mobs in, it’s not easy to sit on the sidelin...