You fondly remember the days when you were exercise-conscious. You were a gymnast in high school and even went on to compete during college. The Olympics were never an option (you liked to think that they were simply "not your style") but still, you could do back bends faster than any other girl on the team! Plus, you prided yourself on the fact that never once did your underwear peek out from your leotard.



Oh, those were the days – the days before you started suffering from pelvic congestion. You have no idea how the condition started, but the fact is that you're pretty upset it has. Your pelvic congestion problems came to light a year or two ago, when you and your husband started trying for a baby.

You'd never given it too much thought when you experienced discomfort during sex with your husband – you thought it was just because he was so well-endowed. Oh, if only it were that! You had a couple of what you thought were varicose veins from your gymnast days, and they were treated as such, until a second opinion landed you with the pelvic congestion diagnosis.

Specifically, you were told that pelvic congestion is caused by pelvic vein leakage, which constricts blood flow to the heart. This condition can also end up affecting your uterus and ovaries, and you definitely don't want that happening. You've always said that (aside from being a gymnast – yeah right) motherhood was the vocation you most wanted to do.

So, the doctor (such a lovely man) that diagnosed this annoying condition has now referred you to a specialist. The specialist tells you that, as it stands, hormone treatment might help, as might radiation. Well, that would be fine, you think, if you weren't trying to have a baby!

The news gets a tad bit worse, when the specialist informs you that, as a last resort, a hysterectomy might be needed. Your legs twitch (hey, they're still flexible!). You can tell that they desperately want to kick this specialist in the face.

Well, no way are your dreams of having a biological child going to be dashed because of this. You take no precautions, and have some of your eggs frozen before treatment starts. As for your husband, well, it will be quite easy to get him to contribute. Who knew that those dirty magazines he tried to hide in his nightstand drawer could actually be of some help!

You begin the hormone treatment. You'd always had terrible PMS, so you wonder if it will only exacerbate the problem. You think about getting your husband a suit of armor just in case. Well, the hormone treatment worked only a little, and so it's on to radiation.

Thankfully, this treatment has worked, and your specialist has informed you that a hysterectomy won't be needed. You consider hugging him (hey, those arms are still kind of toned!). Oh, what the heck, you do hug him. Once the treatment is safely eliminated from your body, it's back to baby making, and maybe gymnastics.