Figure Eight

When I was pregnant with Vash, Craig and I used to do a lot of walking. Especially towards the end of my pregnancy. We would literally walk for hours. We'd walk after dinner. Come home, use the restroom, grab a drink, and go out for another walk. We'd come home, watch a movie, then walk again. It's be like 10pm and we'd be out there, walking and walking and walking. We had this stretch of neighborhood that we liked to trek. And just to change it up sometimes, we'd walk it like it was a figure eight. Hours of walking. Never induced labor. And that's a true story.

*We walked a lot when I was pregnant with Rhyla too. We'd walk around temple lights every night. We had to talk loudly just to hear each other over the crowds and we'd go around several times. Every now and then, if Vash seemed interested, we'd stop and listen to whomever was performing. It was great to bundle him up in gloves, a hat, and a coat. He'd just sit in his stroller and look around, amazed by the hundreds of thousands of lights. *