Originally Posted by Cersha
But, I don't KNOW what possesses people to tell pregnant women about miscarriages and birth defects...Have a little tact, please?
To those who are talking about getting pregnant the first time, I did. I was surprised because I expected it to take longer. I quit my job, then took a month to get myself rested and started exercising and getting into better health as preparation, and then we stopped preventing. It happened within 10 days.
I didn't get any BAD responses. My parents and my grandma and my in-laws knew we were trying. My in-laws kept asking DH if I was pregnant yet (like I said, took 10 days!).
When I told my parents at a dinner at their house with just me and DH and them and my grandma, they weren't surprised. My grandma looked like she was going to cry with happiness. DH called my ILs the following day, and they weren't surprised either. I didn't get any strange reactions from any of them.
I DID get one beautiful response from someone that made me cry. When my father was only 14, his father died. He latched on to the neighborhood pet-shop owner, George, as a mentor. I grew up with George being like a grandpa to me. I spent so much time in his pet shop. He sold it about a decade ago, and sold his house, and retired and moved into a small apartment (his wife and brother, who lived with him, had both died in a short time, so he made all these changes then because he didn't need the big house and couldn't handle the business all by himself). When I told him I was quitting working with the eventual intention of starting a family, he said "when that happens, I will have to buy another pet shop." When my dad told him I was pregnant, he said "I'd better go out and find a pet shop to buy."
Originally Posted by hapersmion
My mom waited until after the congratulations to say she wasn't old enough to be a grandmother.
Personally, I was ready to be a mom 10 years earlier than we did it. DH was ready to be a dad too. It was rough on him that he couldn't earn enough to support a SAHM and children any earlier. He would get so depressed whenever I would mention a child (ie. "A 3yo on the bus said X to me today.") We were together since i was 17 and he was 18. But we were dependent on our parents and both succumbed to the pressure to go to college first (because we were good students). Then we had years of working to pay off the huge loans for our fancy private schools.