RAMBLINGS OF THE MIND

Meanwhile, at the West Entrance of the park, a woman was walking her dog, a ten-pounder Bichon Frise, about 10 inches tall (to shoulders). Its long, curly coat consisted of a soft, dense undercoat and its outer coat was coarser and curlier. Its coat was white but had a little cream colour around the ears.

 

The woman was obviously on the “home stretch” of her pregnancy. She could very well be in the third trimester, and was expecting her baby anytime. But she loved walking, and walking in the park with her dog was already part of her daily routine, pregnant or not. She was a very athletic woman.

 

She was walking slowly, and was approaching the newly installed bench in the park, when she felt a gush of liquid between her leg, drenching the seams of her pants and tricking around her ankles. She inched her way to the bench as fast as a person can while squeezing her thighs together.

 

The dog jumped on the bench and cuddled her, as if knowing that she needed comfort. He grabbed her mobile from the side pocket of her jogging pants and called her husband,

 

“Hun, I think my water just broke.”