AITH: birth control
AITA
Background:
I, 27f, have been married to my husband, 28m, for about 8 years now. Recently, we had a discussion regarding my birth control. I hate taking the pill, which I have been on since I was 18 and I do not enjoy it at all. The two options were the match stick in the arm or we could try to have a baby. The debate went on for a week and we decided that neither of us are ready for a baby because I am not financially mature (meaning I just now have a credit score and I despise debt) and he doesn't have the urge to have a baby. My parents believe that I should have had a baby when we got married, even though they really hate my husband. My sister (28) currently has 3 of her own children and a step child. My brother (25) (an unimportant character but I will mention him anyways) is neither married nor has children. Throughout the beginning of my relationship, my mother has told me to divorce and move home repeatedly, and has tried to hook me up with multiple men.
Today:
I went to my OBGYN and had the implant put in my arm after waiting 2 months. I did NOT tell anyone in my family (mom, dad and siblings), but his family knew. For the record, the numbing hurt, but it all took maybe 10 minutes. As I was leaving, my mom called and wanted to know if I could go out with her to pick up building supplies. I unfortunately let it slip that I had just gotten an implant and I would not be able to lift heavy objects for a few days. She agreed to not have me doing any heavy lifting. My husband kindly dropped me off at her house after we got back to our hometown. My mother wanted to stop and pick up one of the sister's kids for this trip. When we arrived my sister started belittling me about making the decision because the birth control lasts 3 to 5 years and I would be too old to have a baby. She kept going on, but I try my best not to give her the reaction she craves because she gets smug when I try to stand my ground. My mother jumped in on the fun and began doing the same. My mother continued during the whole trip and back. She told me how big of a mistake I had just mad and how much I would regret it. She even believes that I should have just not taken anything and gotten pregnant and pretended that it "just happened". As much as I really hated this lecture from hell, she got the CHILD INVOLVED IN THE LECTURE TO MAKE ME FEEL WORSE. She finally came to the last jab, "Your aunt just doesn't want to get fat". For the record, I am not small weight wise, but I am in fact still working towards my goal of 160 pounds. Currently, I'm sitting at 195ish. The audacity! My mother is not small either!!! Not only does the fat shaming commence, but I also have to explain to a 10 YO that, yes, I understand the perspective that "God chooses when you have a baby", but it is also my choice and that marriage does not equate to family all the time. What I do not understand is why is it so important that I have a child?! I am not saying that I would never have one, I just feel like I should have control.
Regardless, AITA ?