Each pregnancy alters your body irrevocably. And we don’t mean the stretch marks or the scars. We mean the forever-changed DNA. Ask any new mother and she’ll list out a litany of things that are now different for her. Like a forgetful mommy brain that, according to science, makes the mother-child bond stronger.
We at Bright Side salute all moms and believe that they are real-life superheroes. To honor all mothers, we found some mommy facts proving there’s nothing like a mother’s love. Or the science behind it.
1. Motherhood changes you, and your DNA.
A chimera is a legendary beast made of different animals. And we are likening mothers to chimeras because every child that a mother carries leaves their DNA inside her. Basically, fetal cells enter a mother’s bloodstream and stay in her body forever. Researchers allege that these cells can affect the mother both positively and negatively. On one hand, it can speed up healing but on the flip side, it can increase the risk of cancer.
So when they say motherhood changes you, it does so at an elemental level as well. Jennifer Garner’s stunning countenance reflects just that.
2. The baby can taste what their mother eats.
Studies show that what a mother eats flavors the amniotic fluid. Something a baby gulps down several times a day. Basically, a baby can taste what their mother eats from within the womb.
A study showed that infants whose mothers ate carrots while pregnant seemed to enjoy cereal prepared with carrot juice more than others. So if you want to develop your baby’s palate for healthy, crunchy veggies, chow down on them while you are pregnant.
3. Kissing babies is more “healing” than we think.
Any new mom will tell you that the urge to kiss a newborn is intense. It’s innate and biological in nature. And science says that when mothers kiss their babies, it’s not just love, it’s medicine.
A mother’s body samples the pathogens found on the baby’s face, and more magic happens within her own body. Especially to her breastmilk, the main source of nutrition and immunity for the baby.
4. Pregnant women make enormous amounts of estrogen.
Pregnancy sends a woman’s body into overdrive. The uterus expands to 500 times its normal size and then shrinks back after birth. The blood volume increases and to tackle that, the heart expands a little too.
And it’s not just this, a woman makes more estrogen in a single pregnancy than she would in her whole lifetime if she never got pregnant. There’s a reason why women are exhausted when expecting and need sleep and rest for a healthy delivery and recovery.
5. A mother’s smile is near magical.
Moms are near magic, and so is their smile or affection. While you need your mother at all ages, it’s the helpless infant who is most dependent on their mom.
Studies show that when mothers smile, coo, and show affection to their babies, their heartbeats synchronize into the same beat. So if a baby is distressed, it calms them down. This is the reason why newborns need mothers the most when they are fussy and refuse to be calmed down by other family members.
6. Carrying boys can make you more nauseous.
There’s a reason why little boys are made of “snips and snails and puppy dog tails” or so goes the nursery rhyme. This is because mothers who carry boys are more likely to be nauseous in the first and second trimesters, a study shows.
This is not to say that women expecting girls cannot have morning sickness or that all women who carry boys have more nausea. It’s just that if you are expecting a boy, chances are you may experience more nausea or food aversions.
7. Babies name their mamas.
“Mom, mama, mummy, mamma, ammi, ma, me, emi, mimi.” There’s a pattern in the name for mother in all languages and this is because the “em” sounds are usually the first vocalization for a baby. It’s also the easiest sound a baby can make while babbling. And so it’s our babies who name us and call us mamas.
8. The mommy brain fog is very real.
If you see new moms looking lost, there’s a scientific reason for this. Each pregnancy affects a woman’s brain and makes her lose gray matter. The effects last for around 2 years. Science says that this temporary bewilderment makes mothers closer to their babies as well.
That said, the gray matter regenerates and any confusion or forgetfulness is passing. The bond between a mother and her child is permanent.
9. A mother’s voice is as soothing as a hug.
A study has shown that a mother’s voice, even on the telephone, is as calming as a hug. Researchers introduced stress to a group of girls and then had 1/3 of them hug their mothers, another 1/3 of them talk to their mothers, and 1/3 watched an emotionally neutral film. The girls who spoke to their mothers calmed down much faster, just like those who hugged.
This proves that if you are under stress, your mother’s voice can flood oxytocin into your bloodstream, making you feel better. And we think Jennifer Garner already knows that, pictured here with her mother.
10. Babies can cry in the womb.
The baby’s first cry is not post-birth, rather studies now show that they can express displeasure inside the womb. This can happen as early as 28 weeks gestation.
Researchers played low-decibel sounds on the mother’s belly and could see that the baby opened their mouth and exhibited crying-like behavior. But it’s a silent cry. Researchers also added that this in-vitro crying was nothing the mother should worry about.
11. Pregnancies leave women vulnerable to tooth decay.
Pregnant women are at risk for tooth decay and there are many reasons why. The changes in diet due to cravings may give some women a sweet tooth and the hormones that cause nausea, meaning more acidity on your mouth, to mention a few. This leads to gum disease and decay.
A simple way to prevent it all is by making oral health a priority, especially when you are pregnant.
12. The earliest milk bottle use came to be 7,000 years ago.
As it turns out, the breast/bottle debate is prehistoric. And mamas back then were pretty innovative too. Researchers have found little clay vessels, some shaped into mythical animals with hands and feet, with milk residue in them.
The earliest of them date back to 7,000 years ago and have been identified as prehistoric feeding bottles for babies. The dairy residue has been identified as breastmilk and milk from a cow, sheep, or goat.
13. The Ice Age made human breast milk more nutritious.
Human beings need sunlight to survive because our bodies only synthesize vitamin D in the sun. Allegedly, the last Ice Age should have wiped us out because newborns were not getting any vitamin D, considering the intense cold and lack of sunshine.
Scientists believe that a genetic tweak happened and mothers could transmit vitamin D and essential fatty acids to their newborn babies, and this may have ensured human survival.
14. Pregnancies can be contagious.
A study of more than 30,000 women conducted in Germany has indicated that pregnancy is contagious. It spreads from woman to woman in workplaces, in an endearing way. The results stated that “in the year after a colleague gives birth, transition rates to first pregnancies double.”
So if you are in the workplace and someone is pregnant, expect more pregnancies to pop up.
15. Most mammal moms carry their babies on the left.
Human mothers and even some mammal mamas cradle their babies on the left side of their bodies, closer to their heart. This is irrespective of a left-handed or right-handed mom. Science says that all the sensory information that comes from the left side of the body is processed on the right side of the brain.
The right side is where all the emotions are. And surprisingly enough, babies prefer to keep their moms on their left side as well, so it works for both mom and babe.
Bonus: Celebrity moms speak about motherhood.
Rosie Huntington-Whiteley
“I did start to feel this new sense of life. And now my confidence is so much greater.”
Lauren Burnham Luyendyk
“Breastfeeding is one of the hardest things I’ve ever done. I’m in awe of the ladies that make it look so effortless, and even the ones who don’t, you are superheroes.”
Do you have any other experiences as a child or a mother that show us that moms are actual superhumans? Share your motherhood stories with us and spread the joy.
Please note: This article was updated in June 2022 to correct source material and factual inaccuracies.
Preview photo credit laurenluyendyk / Instagram
I Noticed Something Strange About the Chef at My Friend’s Dinner Party – What I Found in the Oven Left Everyone Stunned
It was a perfect evening with fine wine, soft jazz, and dinner at my best friend’s place. But something about the chef she’d hired felt wrong. He kept stealing nervous glances at the oven, never letting anyone near. When I somehow opened it, what I found inside turned the evening into a nightmare.
The candlelight flickered across crystal glasses, casting soft shadows on the meticulously arranged china. Jazz whispered from hidden speakers, a delicate backdrop to an evening that promised sophistication and celebration. I watched my best friend Clara, radiant in her emerald silk dress, her eyes sparkling with the pride of her recent promotion to law firm partner.
But none of us knew that beneath the surface of this seemingly perfect evening, something sinister was waiting.
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It was 9:45 p.m. The dinner party hummed with elegant conversation, crystal glasses clinked, and soft jazz played in the background. But there, in the kitchen, something felt different. And wrong.
I’d known Clara for years, and I’d seen countless dinner parties. But this was different.
The private chef she’d hired moved with an intensity that didn’t match the casual celebration. His slightly salt-and-pepper long hair was perfectly combed, his white chef’s coat crisp and immaculate.
But beneath the professional exterior, something else simmered. He was acting quite… strange.
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My hand trembled slightly as I held out the wine glass. The chef’s fingers brushed mine. Cold. Unnaturally cold. A shiver ran down my spine.
“More Cabernet?” he asked, his smile not reaching his eyes.
I nodded, unable to look away. When he poured the wine, his hand didn’t shake. Not even a millimeter. He was too perfect. Too controlled. But something felt very, very wrong.
Clara’s distant laughter echoed through the room. The sound seemed to trigger something in the chef. His eyes kept flicking to the oven like a nervous tick. Not just a glance. It was a full-body twitch that screamed something was wrong.
Whenever a guest drifted too close to the kitchen, he’d slide into position like a human blockade and stop them from entering.
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Another guest approached for a drink. He bolted to the kitchen and immediately blocked them, muttering a vague excuse I couldn’t hear. Maybe he thought nobody would notice. But I did.
I was watching his every move.
My skin prickled. Something was hidden in that kitchen. Something he didn’t want anyone to see. Every few minutes, his eyes would dart to the oven. Quick. Nervous. A gesture that screamed something was hidden.
“Enjoying the party?” he asked suddenly, turning to me.
I simply nodded, gripping my wine glass harder as my knuckles turned white.
Something was fishy. Not the kind you can explain, but the type that sets your nerves on fire.
An anxious woman | Source: Midjourney
The night was young. And something told me this was just the beginning.
Just then, Clara’s phone buzzed, interrupting the tranquil atmosphere. She excused herself, mumbling something about an urgent work call, and retreated to a quieter corner.
Perfect.
I waited. Counted three heartbeats.
“I’ll just grab more wine,” I muttered to Terry, Clara’s fiancé, who barely acknowledged me, deep in conversation about some corporate merger with another guest.
I casually strolled toward the small bar area near the kitchen as the chef was engrossed in plating appetizers. He didn’t notice as I slipped closer to the kitchen, which seemed to shrink with each step. The oven loomed larger.
He didn’t hear me. Didn’t sense me.
A chef plating a dish | Source: Pexels
My hand reached for the wine bottle. But my eyes? Locked on that industrial-sized oven.
Something was in there. Was he hiding something? But what?
My heart raced. Sweat beaded on my forehead.
The kitchen gleamed like a sterile operating room. Stainless steel surfaces reflected my nervous frame. Everything was too perfect. Too clean. The kind of clean that screams something’s dangerously ominous.
The chef continued arranging the appetizers, unaware I was in the kitchen… his carefully restricted area. I moved slowly. Each step was measured. Deliberate.
The oven called to me. Not with warmth. Not with the promise of a delicious meal. But with a magnetic pull of something forbidden.
A nervous woman looking at someone | Source: Midjourney
One gentle pull and the door creaked open. The smell hit me first. Not roasted meat. Not herbs. But something acrid. Like something burning.
My breath caught in my throat. It wasn’t a meal.
“OH MY GOD… IT CAN’T BE!” I shrieked, coughing.
Crumpled envelopes smoldered in the oven. Some burned at the edges, others miraculously intact. Clara’s handwriting… those elegant loops and curves I’d seen a thousand times, peeked through the charred papers like ghostly whispers.
And there. Right in the center… was a jewelry box.
The one from her engagement party. The one Terry had presented with such drama and love all those months ago. It was now sitting among burned memories, its edges blackened and singed.
A woman flaunting her engagement ring | Source: Unsplash
My fingers hovered over the papers. One envelope remained, partially burned. Clara’s distinctive cursive script was still visible through the char.
“WHAT ARE YOU DOING?” A voice cut through the kitchen like a surgical blade. Cold. Precise. Loaded with something deeper than mere surprise.
I didn’t move. Didn’t flinch. Instead, I turned slowly, my heart pounding.
The chef stood there, no longer the charming professional who had been entertaining guests. His eyes now bore the intensity of a predator caught mid-hunt.
“I think the better question is… what are YOU doing?”
A startled woman | Source: Midjourney
Behind me, the oven door hung open like a portal to secrets to something dark. Something that was never meant to be discovered.
The chef’s eyes darted, a sinister calculation racing behind those eyes. One wrong move. One wrong word… and everything would shatter.
“What the hell is going on over here?” I screamed, loud enough for everyone to hear. In an instant, the kitchen transformed into a pressure cooker of tension.
Puzzled guests pressed forward with a growing sense of something terrifyingly unknown.
An extremely startled woman | Source: Midjourney
Terry’s hand trembled violently, as he broke the silence, his finger pointing at the open oven.
“Is that… our engagement ring box?” he gasped.
Clara bolted inside and stood frozen like a statue.
“And those are my personal letters,” she breathed. “My private photographs. Why do YOU have them?”
A shocked woman | Source: Midjourney
A laugh escaped the chef’s lips as he took off his apron and hurled it on the floor. But it wasn’t a laugh of humor. It was the sound of something gravely sinister.
“You don’t remember me, do you, Clara?”
The way he said her name. It made everyone’s skin crawl.
Clara’s eyes — those razor-sharp eyes that could dissect complex legal arguments in seconds — now looked fragile. Uncertain. For the first time, she looked small.
“Who are you?” She shrieked, trembling.
A man smiling | Source: Midjourney
The man took a step forward. Then another. Each step felt like a countdown to something inevitable. Something that had been years in the making.
The guests held their breath as the air grew thick and suffocating. And nobody in that room was prepared for what was coming.
“Why do you have my letters? My photos?! Why did you destroy them?” Clara’s voice shattered the silence.
Timothy, one of the guests, leaned forward. His trembling fingers pulled out a partially burned photograph of Clara and Terry, caught in a moment of pure happiness during their engagement.
“He’s been stealing from you,” he said, the pieces clicking together like a grotesque puzzle. “These letters, these mementos… they’re yours, aren’t they?”
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Clara nodded. Her fury burned brighter than the smoldering papers in the oven. “Why? What the hell is this about?”
The chef’s laugh was like broken glass. “You really don’t remember me, do you?”
The room held its breath. Tension coiled like a snake ready to strike.
“I’m ADRIAN!” he revealed. “Your ex-boyfriend. The man you discarded. The one you thought was gone.”
Clara staggered back. “No. This can’t be. I heard Adrian died in an accident two years ago.”
“An accident YOU caused!” he roared, years of anger erupting in that single moment.
A terrified woman | Source: Midjourney
His finger pointed at her. Accusatory. Painful. “You left me. Broke me. I couldn’t function. Couldn’t breathe. And then came the crash that almost took my breath away.”
He touched his face. Traced the lines of surgical scars hidden beneath his professional chef’s demeanor.
“Skin grafts,” he whispered. “Surgeries. Numerous procedures. I’m not the man I was. But I’m here. ALIVE. My heart burning with a desire for REVENGE.”
The guests exchanged horrified glances, unable to process what they were hearing.
Terry stepped forward, his eyes boring into Adrian’s. “What the hell is going on here?” he demanded.
A stunned man holding his head | Source: Midjourney
Adrian’s smile was a knife’s edge. “CLOSURE. Clara moved on so effortlessly… a new job, a new life, a new love. Meanwhile, I’ve been left to rot. So, I decided, if I can’t have happiness, neither can she. Those letters, those photos, that ring… all symbols of her perfect new life. I wanted to burn them, just like she burned our past.”
Clara’s face was etched with pain, tears streaming down her cheeks. “Adrian, I didn’t cause your accident. Leaving you was the hardest decision of my life. You were… you were unbearable. I had to save myself.”
“Save yourself? And what about me? Did you even consider the consequences of your actions?”
A furious man | Source: Midjourney
“That’s enough,” Terry yelled, his patience wearing thin. “I’m calling the police.”
Soon, sirens wailed in the distance. And the night was far from over.
The red and blue lights painted the elegant dining room in a surreal dance of color. Adrian sat silently in the back of the police car, his eyes never leaving Clara. Not with anger. Not with hatred. But with a chilling intensity that spoke of something deeper. Unresolved. And ominous.
Clara collapsed into the chair, her designer dress pooling around her like a broken dream. The pristine white walls suddenly felt suffocating.
“How?” she whispered. “How did he find me?”
A confused woman | Source: Midjourney
Her hand trembled. I squeezed it, feeling the fragility beneath her usually rock-solid exterior.
Terry stood nearby, protective and still confused, trying to understand how someone from Clara’s past could infiltrate their perfect life so completely.
“He was patient,” I said softly. “Waiting. Planning.”
Clara’s eyes were distant and haunted.
Outside, the police car’s taillights disappeared into the darkness. Taking Adrian. Taking the immediate threat. But something told me that this wasn’t over. Not by a long shot.
Police cars on the street | Source: Unsplash
The dinner party’s elegant setup looked like a crime scene. Champagne glasses. Half-eaten appetizers. Scattered memories. A celebration of Clara’s professional success had become something else entirely. A nightmare served on fine china.
I couldn’t stop thinking about the what-ifs. What if I hadn’t been curious? What if the oven door had remained closed? What twisted plan might have unfolded? What else had he come for?
Some wounds don’t heal. They wait. Patient. Dangerous. Ready to be reopened.
And some ghosts? They don’t just haunt memories. Sometimes… they cook your dinner, in disguise.
A woman lost in deep thought | Source: Midjourney
This work is inspired by real events and people, but it has been fictionalized for creative purposes. Names, characters, and details have been changed to protect privacy and enhance the narrative. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental and not intended by the author.
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