Tilted Uterus ... Or TMI - You Decide

So my friend's, (we'll call her Jane) husband joined the Navy. We'll call him Frank. Frank is all of 5 feet tall, and not an inch taller.

Frank left for basic training the second week of December; two months after he married Jane.

Last weekend, Frank graduated from basic and Jane went to Illinois to spend 5 days with him.

Last night I saw Jane. Our conversation went like this:

Me: So, how was your visit with Frank?
J: OH. MY. GOD. !
Me: That good?
J: Wellll, when I got back I had to go to the emergency room.
Me: Why?
J: I ended up with a tilted uterus. It hurt soooo bad!
Me: A whaaa?
J: Sybil, I'm not kidding you. We did it so much and so hard, he moved my uterus out of place.
Me: Um... Er...
J: Well, God had to make him short somewhere, but it isn't THERE.
Me: Oh. Um... Er...
J: This is the second time this has happened. This time, they put a couple of stitches in to prevent it from moving again.
Me: Um... uh....
J: Yeah... every time we do it doggy style, I'm a hurting unit for like... EVER.
Me: So Jane, how's your mom?

Post Script: I will never look at Frank the same again. I swear.