Baby making time? I think not.

So, according to the calendar this would probably be the time to try for another Minibug. But here's why that's not happening: My back has packed up, given in, and entirely stopped working.

On Thursday morning it was a little twingey, but nothing out of the ordinary for my slightly dodgy back. By the time Daisy and I got to the playground I was having trouble getting out of the car. By the time we were done at the playground I could barely walk and my friend had to put Daisy in the car for me. Thank goodness I'm driving automatic, I couldn't lift my left foot off the floor. I also couldn't let go of the wheel which makes getting around roundabouts rather challenging.

By the time I got home I could barely walk, I made it from the garage to the kitchen by sort of climbing along the walls. Daisy was asleep in the car and I unbuckled her and left her to get herself out when she was ready. I then called my father-in-law who spends his time on his houseboat half an hour away and begged him to come help me make sure Daisy didn't get herself into trouble with me unable to chase after her. As a last effort, because I really wasn't sure if I would be able to do these things later, I crawled on all four and unlocked the front door followed by a trip to the bathroom (a HUGE effort) before collapsing on the floor.

I was stuck on that floor for the rest of the day. I couldn't even get up with help. Finally I got up on all fours after a good ten minutes of trying and crawled to the bathroom, in agony, moving hands and knees 2 centimetres at a time. Got on the toilet by hanging off the window sill, but then I couldn't let go so wasn't able to wipe my own backside. Oh the loss of dignity...

Anyway, I have spent an awful lot of time on the livingroom floor in the last three days, but I am definitely better. I can get up on my feet in under one minute, and I can walk unassisted. Dwayne and his mum have been lifesavers, looking after Daisy and doing most everything for me all weekend.

But as far as baby making goes, it's just not going to happen. Dwayne started with a careful "Maybe if we..." and got a look from me that said "You touch me, you big moose of a man, you die".

Romantic times.