Don't step on a crack or you'll break your mother's back

Well, Eliza must be crack-steppin' because this week she broke my back. Or I broke my back caring for her. Ouch. So sad for me. And we're moving next week.

I suddenly had terrible lower back pain last Friday evening, but thought it would just go away. It didn't and all weekend I was wincing. I hurt when I sat down, when I was standing, and even when I was lying down.

I got an appointment with my doctor on Monday morning because I thought I must be dying (jk), and he showed me a few stretches to do and said otherwise, if the pain doesn't go away in 2-4 wks, he'd refer me to a physical therapist. So that's neat.

I later remembered that on Friday, I spent several hours with Eliza in the backpack while we tromped around on the downtown mall to the Children's Discovery Museum and visited some of the other cute boutiques and shops down there while we waited for Steve to get off work.

So here's my whine. I have a bad back. I thought I was done with all the back pain once I finished with my pregnancy. But apparently all the bending and lifting of my 20 lb baby, the stroller, carseat, fully-loaded diaper bag, etc. hasn't really helped either.

BUT....I feel like keeping up with my squirmy, energized 10 mnth old is hard enough without this new pain.

Wah, wah, wah. As Oma would say when I was younger-- "Someboday call the Waambulence. Wah-ah-waha-waha!"

Okay, I'm done. If you read through this whole thing, you deserve a gold star.