Taking her baby for a walk. And a walk. And a walk.
Of the many things that amaze me about my 9-month-pregnant daughter is her conviction to staying in shape, including walking every day: to the market, to the dog park, and just to walk.
Yesterday — which was the second of her due dates based on conficting doctors’ opinions — Cassie, Jeanne and I took the subway to reach a more distant location. (Cassie would have walked but she relented to our wishes to take the underground tram.)
So what does she do? At the end of the ride, she walks up the stairs while the rest of us take the escalator. That’s my girl, on the far right carrying the red bag. Wow, I hope she is rewarded when she goes into labor…