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33 Weeks (and a few days) - Meet the Wildes
Is time flying or standing still? I can’t decide. Some days I’m horrified that I’m thirty-three weeks along already, that I’m gestating babies who look like babies, who are starting to get fat, that in a mere few weeks they’ll be term and we can welcome them properly into our lives. Other days, it feels as though I’ve been pregnant FOREVER, almost but not quite ready to pop FOREVER, and that I’m going to be hauling myself into work and enduring sympathetic glances FOREVER. I think it probably depends on how much sleep I’ve managed to get the day before. The other day, I was thinking to myself about my current insomnia situation and I caught myself thinking that I could hardly wait for the twins to be born so that I could sleep again. And then I realised what I was thinking and laughed a hollow laugh to myself.…