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Thirty-Eight Weeks - Meet the Wildes
Today I am thirty-eight weeks pregnant. I feel as though I’ve hit a downward slope on this long, long drive; it’s all going a bit too fast and whilst I’m desperately keen to meet these tiny girls, I’m not sure that I’m ready and I can’t quite find the brakes. I’m watching the view as we hurtle past and it doesn’t seem mundane any more, it’s beautiful. I’m definitely not ready to call this my last pregnancy but it’s my last for a while. And it’s the only time that I will ever carry these little girls. I’ve never identified with measuring pregnancy out in trimesters – it just doesn’t divide into three like that for me. There are so many more milestones: first heartbeat, nuchal ultrasound, first movements, anomaly ultrasound, first time Kirsty feels them move – you get the idea. But this, thirty eight weeks, this is the beginning of…