Toby, Daddy and I went to Drusillas yesterday. It was really good fun watching Toby watch the animals, something that seemed a lifetime away just a couple of months ago. I toted him around in our ergo baby-carrier, all 20+lbs of him, for most of the afternoon and was pretty comfortable despite my fears I might wrench my back (still pretty over-elasticated thanks to pregnancy)
Irony then I should turn my ankle over on my stairs this afternoon and hear a gut-wrenching (literally) CRAAAAAAAACK come from my back. I think its just a muscle pull and some over-enthusiastic ligaments pinging but it has been a little painful today picking up said 20+lb baby. Who, but of course, has wanted to be picked up and carried around all day.
And my childminder's little boy is ill so I'll probably have him all day tomorrow instead of resting my back.
Despite all this, I'm in quite good spirits. Or perhaps that's the prescription post-ceasearan painkillers I found in the bathroom cabinet?
ETA - I'm not pregnant again by the way, but my oh-so-attractive last stubborn half centimetre of muffintop doesn't look the best when wearing a big belt designed to support mini-me.