Ouch.

I did something to my back today. Not sure what exactly, but I find myself incapable of carrying anything and walking at the same time. For instance, I SLOWLY lifted Trent from the floor to take him to his crib for a nap just a bit ago, (back already hurt at this point, it was not caused by lifting Trent just the one time), and when I got him into my arms, my lower back refused to allow nerve signals past it, thus preventing my legs from taking the necessary steps to travel from the living room to the bedroom. I shuffled, tiny little spaces, cringing and moaning, hardly able to hold on to Trent. The pain in the lower back was trying to convince me to drop him. After about a minute, maybe two, I found myself halfway down the hall, almost to the door I needed, and the moaning seemed to be causing Trent a case of the giggles, which made him harder to carry, and made me start to laugh, which increased the difficulty of the task as well as the pain. Somehow, I made it to the crib, and lowered Trent in, only dropping him the last couple of inches, which he enjoyed. But then I couldn't get back upright. Hmmm... I was sorta OK to just hover there, bent like a cripple, but at some point, I'd have to exit the room if Trent were ever to fall asleep. I backed off the crib, (glad that I have no breasts that would have gotten hung-up on the railing), and left the room, closed the door behind me, and shuffled back to the living room, where I tipped myself onto the couch and spent five minutes straightening out, one millimeter at a time. I'm good now. I just can't lift anything, carry anything, or bend over. The babies are going to have to stay in their cribs until Cameron gets home to lift them out.