Mixed Blessings

To everyone who has been concerned and asking:
I passed my 3-hour (although it actually takes 4 hours!) glucose test with flying colors. Thank you, Allicia, for helping me interpret the results. I'm so grateful that gestational diabetes isn't one more thing for me to think about. Who has time for one more thing?
The bad news is that sitting in an uncomfortable waiting room chair for four hours has thrown me back into the vicious downward spiral of back pain. (The last time this happened, the catalyst was sewing cross-legged on the floor. I learned my lesson and was rescued by a sympathetic chiropractor. If I'm still this crippled on Monday, that may be who I turn to again.)
It seems like once this pain starts, it only gets worse. Laying down, sitting, and heat packs only make it angrier, once I muster the courage to change my position. Last night I thoughtlessly sat on the floor to help James reassemble his train tracks, and, when I tried to get back up, I made such pitiful, whining noises that Jonny asked if I was having my baby (actually childbirth involves much louder, more belligerent noises for me...but Jonny doesn't know that.)
So, true to form, I have fled to the refuge of my parents' home, where I'm being pampered beyond belief. Fed (without having to cook), helped (to catch a fast little 2-year-old who needed to be put to bed), and being driven to the store. (Being a passenger in a car is one of the things I miss when Tony is away. I hate always HAVING to drive.) It has been a lovely break from sitting around my own filthy house, looking at all of the things I'm not feeling well enough to pick up off of the floor.
I think this will tide me over until the cavalry comes riding in to save me...soon!