Pregnancy gets weirder as we get rounder. What really goes on under wraps during those nine-plus months? From a hidden bias involving swelling bosoms to fetal cells in maternal brain, scientists have found a mother lode of surprising phenomena. Here are seven discoveries nobody really expects when she’s expecting.

Pregnant Women Are Sexy! - Many expectant moms think pregnancy makes them look less attractive. Most men disagree. In one study, 60 percent of men maintained the same level of sexual desire for their partners, and 27 percent of men expressed increased desire.

Your Breasts Grow Larger If You’re Expecting a Girl - Contrary to popular belief, the shape of your belly -watermelon or basketball — doesn’t reveal anything about the baby’s gender. But your shape above the belt might. Women carrying girls grow larger breasts during pregnancy compared to those carrying boys. Male fetuses produce testosterone which may suppress breast enlargement.

If You Dream About Your Baby’s Gender, You’re Likelier To Be Right - Surprisingly, pregnant women who have a dream in which their baby’s gender is revealed, or a strong feeling about whether their baby will be a boy or a girl, are more accurate than by chance. Women’s intuition is supported by science!

Nightmares Are Linked With Faster Deliveries - Women who have had vivid dreams during pregnancy have shorter labors than non-dreamers — by nearly an hour on average. Among the dreamers, those who had nightmares (unpleasant dreams) in third trimester had even faster deliveries and a decreased chance of postpartum depression than those who had good dreams only. The purpose of dreaming may be to help us resolve internal conflict and process new information, which leads to psychological preparedness for the baby’s birth.

Skinny Women Are Likelier To Have Daughters - Skinny chicks have more daughters. Many studies show a slight but statistically significant difference in the gender ratio between women who are underweight and normal weight. The explanation: Female embryos are hardier than males, and therefore more likely to survive in a less hospitable environment — resulting in more female births among the super-skinny. This is an observation that shows up on a population level; it’s not a reliable method of gender selection. Starving oneself endangers the fetus.

Your Body Odor May Affect Your Partner Subconsciously- By the third trimester, pregnant women’s sweat contains new chemical compounds (pheromones). No one knows for sure why these chemicals show up at this time and disappear shortly after giving birth — they may help the newborn identify her mom — but there’s room for more speculation. The subtle odor may subconsciously trigger one’s partner to produce hormones such as prolactin that facilitate bonding and preparedness for fatherhood. Men with the highest prolactin levels around the time of the baby’s birth are more nurturing than men with lower levels of the hormone

Your Baby’s Cells Stay In You For Life - During pregnancy, cells sneak across the placenta. The fetus’s cells enter the mother and the mother’s cells enter the baby -and stay there for life. In mothers, fetal cells often take residence in her lungs, spinal cord, skin, thyroid gland, liver, intestine, cervix, gallbladder, spleen, lymph nodes, and blood vessels. The baby’s cells may also live a lifetime in Mom’s heart and brain. Implicated in health and disease, fetal cells may also behind some of the mind-shifts that happen in motherhood.

By: Glennon Melton - Huffington Post, Blogger, Momastery

ONE
The earth shakes when the doctor places your firstborn in your arms. Your love for him is colored by terror because you are positive that he is going to die with each passing minute. You bring him home understanding that the Universe has made a mistake, that someone more qualified, more motherly will show up to retrieve him soon. So while you wait, you play house for awhile. You hold him with trembling, clutching, sweaty hands. You still do. You do not trust that he will be able to navigate his world. You eye his doctors, his playmates, his teachers, even his grandparents with great suspicion. Will they be gentle enough with him? He is so sensitive.

What you really mean is: I am so sensitive. I’m like Lazarus, fresh from the tomb, eyes burning from the sun’s brightness. I can’t handle the ferocity and fragility of this new love. Please be careful with us.

You think if you just hold his hand tight enough, read the right books, choose the right foods, choose the right schools … if you just hold your breath forever … it’ll be okay. You’re not sure what that is anymore. Maybe okay means you’ll succeed at keeping him and the world apart forever. Maybe it just means that you’ll both survive this love, this love so intense it threatens to consume you both like a fire.

TWO
Holding your second, you become human again. You are elated and concerned. Your firstborn is replaced. You can’t look at or listen to both of your babies at the same time. So you look at your baby while talking about your firstborn. You say, “hold on honey” far too many times. Your guilt is relentless. How will you convince them both that they are the center of your universe? This new angel seems like a stranger at first, and then your firstborn does. Suddenly he appears to be a giant. You wonder when he’ll start pulling his weight already. You are worried you’ll never find your balance. What is the right division of time, love, attention, fear, worry? And then, for the first time, you become concerned with how the juggling act you’re attempting to perform looks to the world. Am I doing it right? Am I saying the right things? Am I buying the right diaper bag, house, car, invitations? Are they wearing the right clothes? Am I? Do I appear to be enjoying motherhood enough??

But then again, you have your moments, don’t you? When they smile at each other, when he retrieves her toy, touches her hair, tickles her feet. When you hear two giggles coming from the family room for the first time. When you and your husband look at the two of them on the floor and exchange a glance that means — look at what we did. We’re doing it. We’re making a family.

THREE
Then the third arrives. And as you hold her for the first time, you notice that your hands are steady. The all-consuming fire is gone. Love is just … love. You don’t feel threatened anymore by her or the world. Because all of a sudden you see in her teeny little face that she is the world, no need to protect her from herself. And you understand now that you’re not her protector anyway, she has One of Those. You’re just her teacher. You’re just borrowing her for a little while. You decide not to spend so much of your precious time begging God to protect her from the world. Seems silly. Because she, God, the world, they are all mixed up together inside that pink skin. They are one in the same.

Then, as you count her impossibly tiny fingers with yours, you check your heart and find no guilt there. Because you understand that you are about to present your older children with the greatest gift of their lives. Who else but a sister travels with you from the start of life’s path to the bitter end? And you know, now, that if the olders spend the next few months relearning that They’re Not the Center of the Universe … well, good then. It’s an important thing to know, and it’s a lesson best learned early. So there’s another gift to them, courtesy of you, and this new littlest one.

By now, you understand that things will get tougher when she comes home. You will sweat even more at the grocery store. You will have less money to buy her the right things. You will look far less graceful at play dates. But you will care less. Because you have listened to and spoken to enough honest mothers to understand that we’re all in this together. That there is no prize for most composed. So you’ve decided to stop making motherhood harder by pretending it’s not hard.

Then you look down at her … your third … and you think: what’s so different about you? But before you’ve even finished asking the question, you know the answer. And your heart says to hers: Oh. You’re not different than the other two … I’m different. I am learning how to love without so much fear. How to relax a bit, in this beautiful world. How to let go and trust. You are helping me breathe easier, you three. One at a time, and together.

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