Hi all,
Just been looking at the Homebirth.org.uk website which is a wealth of information and reassurance, and found this bit about SPD - thought it might be reassuring to those of you suffering from this. Particularly jealous of the potential shorter second stage of labour!
Pelvic Girdle Pain (PGP)is a painful condition which can occur when the pelvic ligaments soften during pregnancy. Pregnancy hormones cause these ligaments to relax, which allows movement of the pelvic bones during birth. Some women's ligaments soften more than others, and a great degree of softening can cause instability of the pelvic joints, and particularly the pubic symphysis, which is a joint at the front of the pelvis. While it can make pregnancy painful, it may make the second stage of labour easier as the pelvic ligaments stretch easily to allow the baby's head to pass through. It does not necessarily make labour more painful, although it can do. It is often recommended that women with this condition avoid having an epidural, because if anaesthetised below the waist, they may open their legs too wide, which can make the condition worse. For more info, see discussions on SPD from the UK Midwifery Archives. I suffer from this condition myself and, while I curse it in pregnancy, I love the 2-5 minute second stages it gives me in labour!
There are also lots of birth stories from SPD sufferers on the site here - click on the SPD link in the list at the top.
Haven't got round to perineal massage yet, but yeah, feeling a bit 

about it. Plan to start at 34 weeks and not a minute before! Was initially thinking of handing responsibilities over to DH and using it as a warped sort of foreplay but having read up on it... not thinking of doing that anymore
. I feel quite undignified and unsexy enough as it is most of the time, without having him do that to me...
Slept badly last night, feels like I woke up every time I turned over. Tried cushion under bump - not because bump itself is uncomfortable at night but because turning over is becoming a bit of a mission and elevating bump makes it less of an effort, and also because so many people have recommended supporting the bump at night. This is what happened:
Me: here you go, baby, I'm putting a cushion under the bump, that'll be nice for you! 
Baby: WTF is this?
Do you not realise I'm squashed enough as it is when you lie on your side? kick, punch, squirm, kick, kick I prefer it when you lie on your back and I'm going to kick and wriggle like mad until you do
Me: 
But I'm not meant to lie on my back, it isn't good for me (or you), and I find it a bit uncomfortable (it's odd how I wake up on my back every morning but we won't think about that right now). On my side - with a cushion - is much better, no?
Baby: Whatever, this is all about me, and I have little enough room as it is, and now this... unacceptable. Do you have any idea what it's like for me, in here? kick, punch, squirm, kick, kick
Me: sigh OK, fine, the cushion goes. Ungrateful baby.
Baby:
So yeah. That went well, not... Then DH started snoring and I tried to get him to roll over and he thought it was because I didn't have enough room, and he woke up in a bad mood having spent half the night clung to the furthest inch of the bed trying to give me more room whilst not falling out himself. And yesterday I overdid it at my gym class, in a vain attempt to reduce the tree-trunk-like appearance of my thighs, forgetting I had pilates later in the day, then pilates was really hard and today my back aches. And my thighs still resemble tree trunks, only one of them has a pulled muscle so lunges hurt like the devil and now I can't even do those so thighs will get even bigger and soon I won't be able to leave the house and they'll have to take the roof off and lift me out with a crane like that woman from What's Eating Gilbert Grape.
Today my view on pregnancy is that it is a big pile of bollocks.
I want to throw my toys out of my pram (I actually have a pram now, and toys, wonder if it might help
) and then collapse in a little, pathetic heap in a corner, sobbing my eyes out. Boo to pregnancy.