Welcome back to another instalment of The Prego Diaries, and let me tell you… I feel extremely prego.

It’s actually perfect timing to be recording this because after this episode, I’ve got a coaching call with my mastermind clients, and then we’re off to our six-month scan. Wild.

This month has been… a ride. If it had a theme, it would sit somewhere between glowy goddess and grandma with back pain. I’ve officially entered the stage of pregnancy where every time I move, I make noises I didn’t know I was capable of.

Paul calls them my “pregnancy noises.” He’ll hear me roll over in bed and go, “There it is… another pregnancy noise.” He’s not wrong. Every move comes with a dramatic groan, sigh or exhale like I’ve just completed a CrossFit class.

And honestly? I keep asking myself, how the hell do women do this for three or four more months?

But let’s rewind and unpack the last few weeks — the mindset shifts, emotional changes, physical pain (lightning crotch, I’m looking at you), and the really beautiful moments I’ll be holding in my heart forever.

The Physical Reality: Lightning Crotch, Hip Pain and Reflux, Oh My

I spoke too soon last month when I said pregnancy was “easy.”

I mean, it’s still not terrible. But… it’s also not not painful.

Pelvic pain entered the chat, along with hip pain that kicks in after about a 20-minute walk. I went from 10k steps a day to 10k complaints a day.

Then there’s the part no one warned me about: lightning crotch.

If you know, you know. It literally feels like there’s electricity zapping your vagina every step you take. I didn’t even know this was a thing until a girlfriend casually said, “Oh yeah, that’s lightning crotch.”

Excuse me… WHAT?

I told Paul, “I just want a vagina massage. Not in a sexy way — in a please-help-me-survive-this kind of way.”

Add in some next-level heartburn, reflux, and random sidewalk vomiting (yep, that happened mid-walk with Paul), and I think it’s safe to say this stage of pregnancy is… humbling.

But for every weird symptom, there’s also been the sweetest, most unforgettable moments.

The Kick That Changed Everything

For weeks, I kept wondering: Are these flutters food digestion or actual baby kicks? 

At first, it felt like little taps, like maybe gas bubbles. Then one day it was undeniable. It was him.

And then came the best moment of all.

My dad had come to visit and when we hugged goodbye, he went, “I just felt a kick!” I laughed and told him he was dreaming — no way.

But that night, I was lying in bed when Paul put his hand on my belly… and BOOM.

A massive kick.

The look on his face — shock, joy, disbelief — I’ll remember it for the rest of my life.

We just lay there in bed, laughing, crying, hands on my belly, feeling this tiny human thumping around. It was one of those moments that makes every ache and lightning zap worth it.

Emotional Shifts: Missing the “Us” Before “Three”

Something else I wasn’t expecting? Grief.

Not sad grief — more like quiet, nostalgic grief.

I’ll catch myself looking at Paul and thinking, I’m really going to miss just us.

We’ve had nine years of being the two of us. Nine years of lazy weekends, showering together, laughing at dumb jokes, sleeping in, no schedule but our own.

And while I know our son will bring a whole new kind of joy and love, I can feel that chapter gently closing.

I told Paul, “I just want to soak up every last moment of us before everything changes.”

We’ve been so intentional with quality time lately — date nights, morning walks, little rituals — because we both know the next season will be different. Not worse. Just different.

Family Dynamics and Time Standing Still

My brother lives with us part-time (FIFO life), and even though he’s here one week on, one week off, I’m already sad about the day he moves out.

It’s the end of an era.

For 34 years, my family has always been the four of us — Mum, Dad, Trav and me. That’s “family” to me. Now, it’s shifting. Soon, it’ll be me, Paul, our son, and the dog. A new family unit.

It’s beautiful. But it also tugs at the heart in a weird way — like watching time speed up and wishing you could hit pause.

I keep thinking about my parents becoming grandparents. About time passing. About how love changes shape but never loses strength.

Pregnancy makes you hyper-aware of love, family, and just how precious time really is.

Identity Shifts: Living in the Unknown

One of the biggest mindset challenges this month has been not knowing.

I’m so used to having a plan, a goal, a next thing.

But right now? I’m in full surrender mode.

I don’t know what my business will look like next year.

I don’t know what motherhood will bring.

I don’t even know who I’ll be on the other side of this.

And instead of resisting it, I’m leaning into it.

I’ve been calling this season my metamorphosis — that weird, messy, in-between phase where everything’s transforming behind the scenes.

Because every time I’ve been in this space before, something incredible has always come next.

Business, Intuition and Letting Go

Here’s the wildest part: the less I’ve been working, the more abundant business has felt.

I’ve been intentionally slowing down — working part-time hours, focusing on my health, prepping for baby — and yet, the business is thriving. Clients reaching out. Masterminds selling out. Money flowing with ease.

I’m convinced it’s a mix of strategy, alignment, and nervous system regulation — but mostly, it’s been a spiritual lesson in trust.

I’ve been whispering to the universe: Show me. Use me. Guide me.

And I can feel something brewing. Something big. Maybe it’s motherhood. Maybe it’s a new mission. Maybe both.

Either way, I’m ready.

The Takeaway: The Metamorphosis

This fifth month has been the most transformative yet.

It’s uncomfortable, hilarious, beautiful, painful and awe-inspiring all at once.

From lightning crotch to love letters, from tears to trust — this season feels like the messy middle of something magical.

So for now, I’m surrendering. Letting go. Letting God.

And trusting that on the other side of this metamorphosis, I’ll emerge as whoever I’m meant to be — mama, creator, leader, woman.

All of it.

Listen to the full episode: The Prego Diaries — Month Five: Glowy Goddess Meets Grandma With Pelvic Pain

If you love raw, real, unfiltered conversations about womanhood, growth, and this wild journey called life, you’ll love this one.

It’s real, it’s funny, it’s emotional, and it’s so human.