In a MOMENT

Counting my reps as I lifted dumbbells in the gym, I felt strong and fit.

‘How are you doing?’ my husband Rus, then 31, panted as he worked out.

‘Great, I’m almost done,’ I smiled to him.

At 28 weeks pregnant, I was in my third trimester of pregnancy and still loving working up a sweat in the gym.

I’d fallen pregnant in December 2015, and it had been a smooth ride for me.

‘I’m so lucky,’ I told my friends, enjoying every moment of having a bump.

As the end neared, Rus and I started to get ready for the birth.

When the week of my due date arrived, my mum Liz, 51, moved in with us. A retired midwife, she was the best person to care