Greetings, KuKd Strong Mommas and Inquisitive Guests!
Warning: the first part of this post is cheerful-sounding. I only say that because I know how irritating it is when you're feeling like an old scrooge, only to have some Polyanna type come along and wave daisies and lollipops in your face. After I get the cheerful part out of the way, I promise it will get more gritty and sulky. Got it? Okay, here we go.
The cheerful part: this whole Exhale thing is really, really satisfying. Seriously, I've been thinking that if things really do happen for a reason, then perhaps this is my reason for getting knocked down. My calling, I guess, other than shopping for baby binkies and sticking my boob into my baby's mouth.
And now, the whiney part.
Remember "Poop Elves," one of our earlier KuKd words of the week? You know, those little elfin beings that inhabit the intestines, pushing out human excrement with a "heave ho" chant, strengthened by a high-fiber diet and weakened by refined grains and other "constipators."
Well, I'm not sure if this warrants a new KuKd word, but I've had a different kind of entity wreaking havoc on my body for the past few years. I call her the Wicked Witch of the Pelvis. Unlike the happy little Poop Elves, the Wicked Witch of the Pelvis does nothing to further the world in any way, nothing that betters humanity. No, no. Here's what she does: she inhabits mysterious corners and crevices in the lower abdomen, and - for no reason other than to be evil, she causes chronic pelvic pain.
The thing that's particularly bad about her is that people often don't believe she's there. She's like that Mister Snuffaluffagus character from Sesame Street, but an evil version who messes with women's reproductive systems. No matter how fervently Big Bird tried to convince the world that Mister Snuffaluffagus existed, nobody belived him.
Same goes for my own chronic pelvic pain, which started about two years ago, and sort of dissipated while I was knocked up. Lately she's returned in full force, and it's taken me a long, long time and lots of visits with various doctors to FINALLY convince them: I really have pelvic pain. No, I don't think it's stress-induced. Don't send me home with an Advil and tell me to relax; that may have worked during the month or two after the stillbirth itself, but it's been almost a year-and-a-half. Give me a break, people.
Anyway, I'm finally getting checked out for real, but it won't happen until March, when my doctor will surgically check me out for endometriosis, hopefully fixing whatever they find.
Or maybe they won't find anything, and I'll be back to cursing that Wicked Witch of the Pelvis.