Oy vay, my aching back

Friday morning I was laying in bed thinking about going back to sleep. J's mum Brenda had come to help out while J's in Australia so I had the luxury of a lie in. Then I heard a thudding sound and Tobes started crying so Mommy Reflex made me jump out of bed instead of my usual roll-brace-raise maneuver, then bend over and scoop Tobes up. He was fine. He had just stumbled and dropped a toy car which had suddenly switched on and scared the bejesus out of him. I switched Toby over to my hip and walked across the room to get him a tissue. It was about then that something in my back finally gave up and went 'PING!' and Tobes and I both ended up in a heap on the bed. Uh oh.

Friday morning was spent bending forward and about 45 degrees to the right as I shuffled around, trying to pretend that everything was fine. By lunchtime I had decided that everything was not fine and by dinner I was talking to a doctor. I saw the emergency doctor on Saturday morning and went to see my GP today. It seems I've pulled a muscle in my back and, since I'm pregnant, I can only take pain killers and try alternative methods to improve the situation. I'm being sent to a physiotherapist, buying a support belt for the belly and taking a low dose of codeine for the pain. So much fun.

Needless to say, our fun weekend in Cambridge was cancelled. Brenda stayed as long as she could and finally had to leave on Sunday. Jenny came down Sunday and made sure we ate, took Tobes down to the duckpond and helped me bathe him before bed. J is coming home early so he'll be back tomorrow morning. Tobes and I were on our own today but it's been fine. I ordered a bunch of ready meals from the grocery store and we even managed a little walk around the village this morning. The house won't win any awards for tidiness (if I drop something it's very hard to pick it up so there's odd things all over the floor) and the dishes are piling up but we're surviving. I just feel sorry for J. He's going to arrive home after a 24 hour journey to find an irritable hunchback and a filthy house waiting for him.