I had a severe cold and had only gotten 2 hours of sleep in the past two days as a result. I told her the truth. I felt horrible. I had a bad cold. She became annoyed and asked how the pregnancy was. I told her I didn't know because I was preoccupied with the cold feelings, and exhaustion, and didn't have the energy or time to focus on the being pregnant thing. This annoyed her even more and she went on to tell me how the unborn child comes first etc etc and even if I'm not focussing on it my body is.
I then told her I didn't like being pregnant. I think she wanted to kill me at this point. I tried to explain to her that the first tri-mester is supposed to be the worst one and the constant nauseua and pain and inability to take the cold medicines that would allow me to sleep plus the stomach bug I had had two weeks prior meant that I wasn't having the greatest time... but she basically said it was my duty as a mother to look at pregnancy at this beautiful and amazing thing because I will be having a baby.
I tried to explain that pregnancy and the baby are two different things, but then she went on a rant how she went through morning sickness and pain and loved every minute of it because it ended with her daughters, and she didn't understand what was wrong with me, and explained to me how horrible of a mother I am already being.
This phone call bothered me. What bothers me even more is this seems to be the general sentiment in most of the pregnancy communities I've found, regardless of age... and well, that's just not me. That call was yesterday. I am over my cold enough to sit up and type today, and today I am happy I started this community, because I think I'm going to need it.
My grandmother called me yesterday to see how I was doing and feeling (but apparently soley with regards to being pregnant).