The irreverent musings of a slightly crunchy mother of 5.25-the astronaut, princess, the squirrel, side salad, popcorn and baby-to-be, sprout-and elementary school teacher. I am a semi-crunchy, slightly attached, cloth diapering, breastfeeding mama. The name of my blog comes from a childhood nickname. I used to nibble with my front teeth and my first name means 'queen,' hence the nickname.
Friday, March 30, 2012
All my honey bunnies <3
Today I am 40 weeks and a day, or 39 weeks and 5 days, depending on which due date you use.
Doesn't really matter now, does it? Either way, I'm full term. Clearly, this fetus is the only person I know who is immune to the infectiously catchy Wobble. Perhaps a friend of mine was right in suspecting I am in possession of a luxury womb. He said that between the cheese fries, the home cooked meals and the simple warm comfort, there was no incentive to leave.
Perhaps he's correct.
I think that I shan't worry about trying to jump start labor. Baby will come when it's ready. I haven't had one that failed to leave at some point yet. It is true that the girls needed a little encouragement but perhaps the baby just isn't ready yet.