While we were moving, my mom flipped out on me for moving an empty dresser and an end table roughly three feet. I did NOT lift them - I turned the table into place and scooted the dresser with my hip. She went off about how I'd never forgive myself for miscarrying.

And though my mom refuses to let me lift anything over 20 lbs, my dad somehow wants me to mow 10 acres in 98 degree heat when I next visit, though I'll be more heavily pregnant. It takes more effort to get the mower to the lawn than it did to move those pieces of furniture, completely apart from the heat. WTH?

What weird limitations/lack thereof did people expect of you while pregnant?