You’re not “just” pregnant — you’re a miracle with eyeliner.
Let’s shut this one down right now. You’re not just pregnant. You’re not loafing about while your uterus casually multitasks. You’re not cruising through life while sipping mocktails and collecting compliments. You, my fabulous friend, are building a human from scratch.
From scratch.
Think about that for a second. You’re not assembling IKEA furniture. You’re not whipping up banana bread. You are literally creating bones, eyelashes, a liver, and possibly the next Prime Minister — all while binge-watching Love Island in maternity leggings and googling if cheese counts as protein.
"Growing a person while functioning like a person should qualify as a superpower."
And yet… we downplay it. We say things like, “Oh, I’m just pregnant.” As if you're not a walking miracle wrapped in a hoodie, dripping in hormonal glow (and possibly a bit of sweat). It’s time to flip the script. Because second trimester you? You are the definition of a badass goddess in stretchy pants.
The body. The drama. The excellence.
Your body isn’t just changing — it’s transforming. Internally, you’ve got blood volume doubling, organs relocating, ligaments stretching, and hormones doing Cirque du Soleil.
Externally, you might be seeing a baby bump, bigger boobs, and that elusive “glow” people talk
- Your uterus is now the size of a rockmelon.
- Your baby has fingerprints. FINGERPRINTS.
- You have new veins showing up in places you didn’t know existed.
- And your nipples? They’ve entered their power era.
It’s science. It’s wild. It’s uncomfortable. It’s spectacular.
Let’s talk multitasking
You're working, cleaning, texting, peeing constantly, attending appointments, trying to maintain a relationship, possibly chasing a toddler, navigating snack attacks, and still answering emails with phrases like “Per my last message…”
And while all that’s happening? Your body is forming a spine. A whole damn spine. No big deal.
"Your uterus is busier than most corporate offices. And somehow, you’re still running the show."
Oh, and your brain? It’s busy too. Planning. Organising. Making lists. Forgetting the lists. Googling 57 variations of “is it normal if…” and crying because the cat looked at you weird.
And through it all — you’re still stunning
There’s something undeniably sexy about a woman growing life. You may not feel like a runway model, but trust us: this version of you is powerful, ma
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So rock those leggings. Let the bump lead. Post that selfie. You’ve got a human growing inside you and your cheekbones are still popping. Iconic.
(Because creating a human deserves premium stretch and support.)
What to say when someone says “Oh, you’re just pregnant”
- “No biggie, just growing a spleen.”
- “Want to compare productivity stats?”
- “Yeah, my baby just developed fingernails. What did you do today?”
- “Oh, you mean the thing that requires my body to function like a sci-fi machine? That pregnancy?”
You’re
Let’s romanticise it a little
Sure, pregnancy can be messy and hard and gross and emotional. But it can also be tender, hilarious, sexy, and sacred. It’s the ultimate love story — between you and your baby, between you and your body, and between you and the Emamaco maternity shorts you swore you’d never take off.
"Every stretch mark is a love letter. Every ache is a battle won. Every craving? A divine order."
So when you feel overwhelmed or underappreciated, remember this: You are literally building a human. That’s not basic. That’s god-tier.
You’re not “just” pregnant. You’re rewriting your DNA. You’re expanding your heart. You’re holding two souls in one body. And yes, you’re still managing to look fierce in maternity leggings and find the one brand of hummus that doesn’t make you gag.
That’s not a woman. That’s a miracle. With eyeliner. And maybe a Tim Tam. Absolute perfection.