Overdue- Day 4- Walk Walk Walk

I took a class with a doula who recommended walking five miles per day, so now that I was overdue I amped up my walking. I’d been working out at the gym up until about my ninth month, but now I wasn’t so sure my water wouldn’t break and make the treadmill slippery, causing me to fall face first on the treadmill. So I started going to the park and walking around and around and around the track.

People often talk to me out of the blue since I’m pregnant. The belly is an attention getter, so now I understand what’s behind all of these Hollywood attention-seeking stars getting pregnant. This particular day I was briefly chatted up by a young, handsome, European man who was at the park with his son who was about three years old. He wanted to know when I was due. Four days ago, I told him. He agreed that the waiting is very difficult, so I assumed his wife had been overdue. I didn’t have much to say to him because he seemed so confident with parenthood and here I was a nervous wreck.

He wished me luck and went on with his day. “Larkin!” he called out to his boy. Larkin. Another arty name. Hearing this made me question our name choice of Jack. Larkin Brennan. See it doesn’t work! My husband has asked me only yesterday if I thought Jack was too simple. But weren’t we simple? Here you have a gorgeous, stress-free European man in the park in the middle of the day probably because his wife is on a modeling shoot or some other glamorous job. They can name their kid Larkin.