Living in the city (Melbourne) I was just like my other friends who were trying to conquer the climb to success. I was in a definite slog it out stage – working numerous jobs (actor, singer, teacher, promotional model, event hostess, admin wiz, team leader etc etc), getting further training and qualifications, juggling social engagements, networking, bragging about my new yoga school, shopping in “the hot spots” (and a few op shops too for some retro therapy), trying to win awards (an Oscar! a Pulitzer!), all to try to become the person I thought I was destined to be and to prove to myself and those around me that I had indeed “arrived”.

That was until one Friday morning; with my inflating breasts and growing desire for fried food, I took a test which in a breath changed my reality forever. Packed up and shipped to the country (well Geelong can hardly be called the country side, but it certainly is no St Kilda) I watched my fabulous city inspired outfits get thrown aside (it wasn’t so joyous at the time) as my girth and Dolly Parton breasts grew and for the first time I truly experienced the beauty of being a woman. What would be known as “Little Vick” (baby to be) allowed me to discover a new self, a slower pace and different perspective of the world. But before I could topple over into my new life as a Mum I had to have one last fling with life!

Not one to be told I couldn’t do something (even heavilly pregnant) I kept my pre-pregnancy “dream trip” booking and traveled 7 European countries for 7 weeks whilst 7 months pregnant. It was no ordinary pregnancy. This blog tells the time and trials of that chapter in my life. It also has the “brain blahs” (that’s one of my Vickisms) of a 20 something old Mum who makes a complete muddle of motherhood!!!

And there’s a new journey on the horizon. This chapter – “Traveling internationally with a toddler” will surely test my traveling ability (and sanity). Stay tuned!