Getting on my t**s

Ok, rant time now. Ladies and gentleman, i am 18 weeks and six days pregnant. Yes, it is my first child, yes i'm a little scared and i hope my midwife can help me.

Now the rant. For thousands of years women have been having babies. In china and other eastern countries some women work threw the whole nine months of their pregnancy, give birth to their children and return instantly to the rice fields to work. Thousands of years ago, we didn't have the modern technology and the modern science that we do now, and women got on quite fine.

So why, now things have progressed, must i have nine thousand different do's and dont's from friends and family?
For example, Since i'm at home most of the time, i decided to paint the nursery. Fair enough, you say...
"What, you did it?"
"Yes." My friend gave me an evil look
"I hope the room was well ventilated!"
and then there was food. My husband and i cannot afford to buy the most expense food, but according to my friend, that's all i should be eating.
I appreciate my friends concern, but that's OTT!

Well all i can say is this: When you are in the same boat i'm in, come back and start preaching. Until that time, Back off.
The only person who should be offering any advice should be my husband, the father of this child.