Is a great pregnancy becoming a social taboo?

One of the questions I'm asked most often these days is "how are you?" (with emphasis on the "are"). What this person is actually asking is "how are you finding your pregnancy?" but instead they just gesture towards my swelling tummy and ask how I am - but I get it.
I always answer honestly, that I'm great, everything is going really well, really straight forward and other than the fact that I'm growing at an alarming rate, I'm just getting on with business as usual. Now, by the Mums at the school gate, and my friends, and my boyfriend's friends, this is met with great enthusiasm, everyone is pleased that I'm not unwell, or unhappy, or struggling to go about my normal daily business (and so am I). Online, however, the story is a little different.
Don't get me wrong,  nobody has expressed discomfort at my enjoyment of pregnancy (perhaps they have quietly, to themselves, but they certainly haven't voiced it) so I can't say that anybody has made me feel that I shouldn't love being pregnant, but I can't help but try to avoid the constantly reinforced message that pregnancy is a really shit ordeal that we must endure in order to reach the ultimate reward.
I do know that that is the reality for a lot of women and their partners, and I feel for them, and I understand that these messages, these articles, these shared "in jokes" about how bloody awful the whole thing is, brings them comfort, because nobody wants to feel that they ought to be enjoying pregnancy, and are the only sod on the planet who doesn't. That would suck.
But I have to admit, I feel like the odd one out over here, that I'm not a member of the club, because I can't say "Oh gosh yes, I know what you mean, it's horrendous isn't it?" with the sort of wink and a nudge that means I know what it's really like to be pregnant.
I do know what it's like for me to be pregnant (lovely), and I know, from other's accounts, what it's like for some other people to be pregnant (sometimes not lovely), but I feel as though my inability to say "I know right, who made up this bullshit about a pregnancy glow - what a load of bollocks" is met by deafening silence on the internet - because actually, I look a damn site healthier now than I did before I fell pregnant.
I decided to Google "the truth about pregnancy" - you know, to see whether my pregnancy experience is actually dishonest, or altogether fake. The first result, is an article from those lovely people at Mumsnet.
Anticipating being a glowing paragon of womanliness during pregnancy? Think again.
It ends on a particularly cheery note too with
Don't say we didn't warn you.
There are A LOT of similar sources online, I'm not going to sit here and quote them all, but they follow the same kind of gist:
Myth: Your hair will look lovely
Reality: Your hair will look gross
Myth: You'll have a beautiful pregnancy glow
Reality: You'll have acne
Myth: You'll feel sexy and gorgeous
Reality: You'll hate yourself and turn all the mirrors around in your house
Myth: You'll notice an increase in sexual desire
Reality: You'll wish you had separate rooms
Myth: You'll be full of joy and cheer and positivity
Reality: You'll cry all the time
Myth: You'll do pregnancy yoga, and you'll swim, and go for gentle walks
Reality: You won't be able to get off of the sofa, partly because you're covered in Oreo wrappers
And so on and so on and so on and so on. But the problem I have, over here, is that all of the myths above, are my reality, which makes me think there's something wrong with me for being happy and healthy, and that I probably shouldn't mention the "p" word unless it's to discuss how miserable and crap I feel.
Now this is not me whinging about anyone who's struggling to enjoy pregnancy - or me suggesting that those people shouldn't voice their disappointment that pregnancy isn't a walk in the park for them. Do  - talk about it - find other people who've had similar experiences, take comfort in the fact that it's normal.
However, isn't it weird that I see things like this, and feel left out?:
It makes me wonder whether it's now somewhat unfashionable to talk about the spiritual joys of pregnancy, the deep feeling of contentment, the excitement about anything other than the stuff that I've purchased; that actually the online pregnancy community - and I'm not talking about the blogging community, I mean far wider reaching than that, is about uniting through negative experience, or through material possessions, but not through the incredible sisterhood that runs through the entire female race, not just alive on the planet now, but reaching back as far through history as us humans can go, with women growing and birthing new life. It makes me sad that if I am to express wonder and amazement at what my body is capable of, adoration for the little baby inside me, and great happiness to be a part of the process that growing that life entails, I must back it up by mentioning the great suffering that I endure at the same time (none).
I don't want anyone to say they love pregnancy when they don't, I don't want to make anyone feel bad for not sharing my experience. I don't want this to be personal, and to single anyone out based on how they feel, as I said, I'm talking about the social norms of our time which appear to be, to huff and puff and moan about how much you have to go through, and not to celebrate pregnancy (unless, by celebrate, we mean with stuff). I would love to see the celebration of pregnancy made normal again, for pregnant women to be revered, honoured, and admired, not just sympathised with and patted on the back, and told it "won't be long". I wonder how we went from being a global race who worshipped female deities who'd be represented by life giving, pregnant, nursing Mothers (representative of nature and Mother Earth) to a bunch of people who became preoccupied with cankles and the "indignity" of giving birth.

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