“Full term, fully grateful… and fully ready to not have heartburn anymore.”
37 weeks pregnant. FULL. TERM.
Which feels wildly exciting and deeply unfair at the same time because how can I be this ready and yet still potentially weeks away? 
I am tired. Not cute tired. Not “early night and I’ll be fine” tired. Just bone-deep, heavy, slow-motion tired. The heartburn? Still thriving. A true third trimester companion. I now eat like I’m negotiating with a tiny dragon who lives under my ribs.
The pelvic pressure has levelled up. Every step feels deliberate. Every time I stand up I pause for dramatic effect — partly because I need to and partly because I deserve applause for the effort.
Spatial awareness? Still missing. I misjudge gaps, catch my bump on things, and forget I am wider than I was three minutes ago.
Bump sits over the sink to do the washing up, fitting in the car has become quite the mission and anything that isn’t stretchy joggers just do not give me happiness. Style central over here!
Third Trimester Sleep (Or Lack Of It)
Sleep continues to be a team sport. Rolling over requires planning. I wake up to wee. I wake up because my hips ache. I wake up because baby is having a dance party. At 37 weeks pregnant, sleep feels less like rest and more like a series of small overnight missions.
Midwife Appointments at 37 Weeks Pregnant
Now we’ve added more appointments into the mix. The regular midwife appointments feel reassuring though. Measuring bump. Listening to baby’s heartbeat. Blood tests. Talking about birth plans. Being told: “Any time from now.”
Health Visitor Appointments and Preparing for Baby
Then there are the health visitor appointments — chatting about feeding, safe sleep, and what to expect in those hazy newborn weeks (and trying to remember from the first time and questioning if my brain blocked this out for self preservation?!)
It suddenly feels very real. Like… oh. We are bringing a tiny human home again very soon. I mean I know I have been pregnant a while now but life was busy life-ing (I really need to get everything cleaned and set up- reminder for self!!)
There’s something grounding about these appointments. Amid the heartburn and the aching and the waddling, they’re little reminders that this is progress. That everything is moving forward. That my body is doing exactly what it needs to.
Loving Pregnancy — Even at 37 Weeks
And despite it all… I still love being pregnant. I love the kicks (even when they’re in my ribs). I love knowing they’re safe and snug. I love the anticipation building in our house. I love watching my first baby talk to my bump like there’s already a best friend inside, or more recently telling me to ‘push it out!’- all in good time little one.
The Final Stretch of Pregnancy
The end is a marathon. Everyone says, “Not long now!” And they’re right.
But when you’re the one carrying the weight, feeling the pressure, counting the weeks (and the wees), it can feel very long.
This stage of pregnancy is a strange mix of:
- Gratitude
- Discomfort
- Nesting energy
- Utter exhaustion
- Excitement
- Impatience
If you’re here too, wobbling toward the finish line, I see you.
We are full term.
We are uncomfortable.
We are strong.
And we are so nearly there.
