Apologies in advance for length.
Background. I'm 14 weeks into my first pregnancy. I've been tired the whole time, but it's been getting worse over the last 2 weeks, I feel totally exhausted. I keep getting cold after cold. My back is /killing/ me. (Not literally, but it feels like it.) I'm mood swingy as hell and thoroughly pissed off at the prospect of feeling like shit for the next 6 months, because apparently a lack of "blooming" runs in my family.
I spent my day at work running around our giant new office, up and down a large set of stairs at least twice every hour sorting out problems for morons. I get out of breath so easily at the moment, and would need a few minutes to recover each time. Come 2:45 I sat back in my chair, sighed and started rubbing my back. Then the old cow chimes in "You know dear, pregnancy isn't an illness."
No, it's not, but it makes me feel like shit. I'm not precious about it, I'm not an attention seeker, I just feel like shit. AIBU to want to smack her until she feels shitty too?