Pelvic Prison...It Does Exist

     I had heard of bedrest, but "pelvic rest?"  I found out for myself two weeks ago what exactly that is when I had a minor bleeding incident *scariest incident I had faced in a long time, btw.* Apparently, this is when your pelvis should relax, take a vay-cay, sleep til 10:30 every morning, order roomservice, etc.  Oh yeah, and no sex.  No sex, no orgasms.  Notta.  In guy world, if a doctor were to tell them "no sex," it might bewilder them somewhat, yet they are still left with other means of being "happy."  If a doctor tells a woman, "no sex," we, essentially, are left with nothing.   Our significant others can't go near, and we certainly can't help ourselves out either. That's right, go ahead and take away the only fun that my pelvis has these days.  It's widening because in another four months, I get to pass a watermelon through it. It aches at night as I squirm around in bed with a configuration of pillows behind, in front, and between my legs.  It supports the growing weight of my unborn child, and doesn't even put up a fight when I can't fit into my pre-pregnancy jeans.  Virtually the only thing my pelvis has to look forward to is a little love.  I really think what my doctor meant to say was that I was officially on pelvis lockdown.   He sent it and my hoo-ha both to pelvic prison.   Nice.

     Of course, I was more than willing to oblige, given that I want to do everything in my power to make sure this baby stays put and bakes long enough.  I started thinking, what exactly does this little person feel as we're goin' to town?  I have to admit, in the beginning, I found myself thinking....what if  we get a little carried away, and he pokes it's little head and causes brain damage?  *What a gift, this imagination of mine*  But seriously.  I know it's got tons of padding and protection in there, regardless, it's bound to feel a little movin' and shakin.'  My OB explained that the female orgasm is incredibly good for the baby- it increases blood flow to the uterus and as the uterus contracts, it's almost as if it's feeling "hugs."  Great.   When our kid is old enough,  we'll simply tell him/her that they were conceived in love through a hug session. (Hey, that would have been a much nicer visual for me when my parents sat me down to tell me how I got here *gag*)  

     Bottom line: the pelvis is often overlooked and under-appreciated. It doesn't really receive it's due credit until it bears the weight of a growing human.   Perhaps pelvic prison is there to remind us that we don't know how good we have it until we "can't have it" anymore.