Oh I remember the hate I got for being active while pregnant. The matriarchs of my family treat pregnant women like livestock, they are bound and determined to ensure the expecting mothers of our family have the healthiest and easiest births possible. I was walked like a mare every day after I hit the 30 week mark over 3 miles, mostly uphill. And that was on top of my normal routine. The only thing these old birds forbid was lifting over my head. I listened to them over the crap advice from others because they have experience, and a track record of births from both humans and animals that would make most doctors jealous.