Wow, I really have been blog-shy

I didn't realise that I hadn't blogged since last Tuesday. Me bad. The only thing I can blame is my doughy, stupid pregnancy brain - oh and laziness. Except, in many ways, I don't actually feel lazy at all. I've been going for some mammoth walks. Every day I'm out there with my big bottle of Evian pounding the parks of London. This is, of course, meant to bring on labour. And that's what I had in mind when I resolved to walk walk walk. But actually, seeing as the baby's head is already fully engaged, I don't really think it's doing much, except freeing my mind and giving me a beautiful, autumnal daily boost. It's lovely out there. Really, for a heavily pregnant woman, even when the weather looks decidedly average, walking, stretching and getting two lungs full of fresh air is actually a hell of a lot nicer than sitting on the couch - or traipsing around a shopping centre.
Today, I'm going to use my new walking enjoyment and replace an actual car journey with leg power. I'll report back on if I make it or not. I figure that once the baby arrives, I'll be walking heaps anyway, so I might as well start the training now.
So last night was a full moon. Back when I was young, impressionable and probably a tad on the emotional side, I used to find - or rather, my friends would inform me - that a full moon made me go a bit, well, gaga. Not in the avant-garde singer sense of the word, but in the moody, hysterical, hyperactive interpretation. Granted, the moon hasn't really had much of an impression on me since I've settled into work (seven years ago), a stable relationship and a loving little home. But that wasn't going to stop me hoping, on some very pie in the sky, kind of way, that it might, just this one time again, do something to my body. We are, after all, made up for something like 80 per cent water, and what with all the amniotic fluid too (of which, my midwife tells me, I have plenty) pregnant women are kind of like the sea - ready to be controlled by lunar phases and the like. So I waited, I looked hopefully up to the sky, and enjoyed the clear, bright night. But nothing. Not even a tinge.
That darn moon. You can rely on it to circle the earth in a perfect rhythm. But it won't get this little baby to budge.