#pregnancy miracle

[atmonayano]

Kidneys and the Difficulty of Getting Pregnant

The topic: "Kidneys and the Difficulty of Getting Pregnant" plays a crucial role in understanding fertility challenges and the journey to achieve pregnancy. As a specialist in traditional and emotional acupuncture, I'm Atmo Nayano, here to shed light on the significance of the Kidneys in relation to reproductive health, specifically focusing on the difficulties encountered during the process of conception.

In Chinese Medicine, fertility is deeply connected to the water element, which encompasses the Kidneys and Bladder organs. The Kidneys serve as a foundation for our overall energy and vitality, making them vital in the context of reproductive well-being. Understanding the role of the Kidneys can help us grasp the complexities and obstacles associated with getting pregnant.

The keyword phrase, "Kidneys and the Difficulty of Getting Pregnant," emphasizes the specific topic we're exploring. The Kidneys are not only responsible for filtering waste and maintaining fluid balance in the body but also play a crucial role in reproductive functions. By examining their influence, we can better comprehend the challenges individuals face when trying to conceive.

It's important to recognize that achieving pregnancy can be a multifaceted journey, encompassing both physical and emotional aspects. While medical advancements, such as assisted reproductive technologies, provide hope for those facing difficulties, it's essential to address the underlying imbalances that may affect fertility.

Through traditional and emotional acupuncture, we can tap into the inherent wisdom of Chinese Medicine and its holistic approach to reproductive health. Acupuncture aims to restore balance and optimize the functioning of the Kidneys, enhancing the chances of conception.

By focusing on the keyword phrase "Kidneys and the Difficulty of Getting Pregnant" throughout the text, we maintain a consistent theme and highlight the core topic. Understanding the role of the Kidneys and how they contribute to the challenges faced during the journey to parenthood can provide valuable insights and guidance for individuals seeking to overcome fertility obstacles.

In summary, the Kidneys hold significant importance in the context of fertility and the difficulties encountered when trying to conceive. By delving into the intricacies of their role and addressing imbalances through acupuncture, we can foster an environment conducive to achieving pregnancy. "Kidneys and the Difficulty of Getting Pregnant" is a phrase that encapsulates the essence of this discussion, emphasizing the significance of the Kidneys in navigating the path to parenthood.

Read more in my blog: https://atmonayano.online/pregnancy-miracle-review-is-the-1-best-selling/

See you in there, tks.

[radioactive-yuri]

"hellyna is pregnant" this, "hellyna is pregnant" that, what if mark scout is pregnant. what then. what if outie mark gives birth and tells helena that she's the father, and she's like "i'm telling you, the baby isn't mine, it's my innie's!! i'm not paying child support!!" and outie mark is like "well i'm not raising the damn thing on my own, i didn't even fuck you!! that was MY innie!!!" so him and helena both become absent parents and helly and innie mark are the ones that end up raising the baby. what then

[mpreg98]

(This was not made to make fun of anyone religious or any religion)

While Joseph was there in Bethʹle·hem, the time came for him to give birth. And since there was no place to lodge, Joseph had no choice but to have his baby in an animal shed

[urloveangel]

[the-raven-lady]

a gift for @men-want-me-fish-fear-me !! it told me about its mpreg AU and got me thinking about the complications that would have for someone like Konrad

this one's a bit heavy on body image issues so please be in a good state of mind for this!!

please read the warnings!!

Character: Konrad Curze

Song Inspiration: Real Men - Mitski [YouTube] [Spotify] "Real men don't need other people / And real men suck it in / Real men don't flinch or bleed in public / Oh, I think I'm a real man."

Warnings: mpreg, pregnancy symptoms, self image issues, self-inflicted gore, lamenting dark realities, implication of potential non-con, mentions of infanticide

Word Count: 643

Konrad groaned as the weight shift nearly threw him off balance and crashing into the stones below. Had the nausea not been enough? Blackened nails and coarse fingertips drag over the sensitive flesh of his aching abdomen, the skin taut against the growing life beneath. The Night Haunter loathed his natural urges. Being bound to a biological clock beyond his control was one of the many gifts of his father that he would rather have ripped out long ago.

As if he hadn’t already tried. 

It was easy enough for him to sink his clawed finger tips deep into the putrid skin of his belly. The iron tang of blood spilled had only served to spur him on, ripping and tearing and pulling as the offending organ until it was nothing but fleshy pink viscera on the floor. How miserable it had been when it had not even taken a week for the gland to revive itself. The regenerative nature of primarch biology seemed to leave him no choice in the matter.

Righting himself on his perch, Konrad elected to take a break from his prowling to calm the waves of nausea washing over him. He would never get used to it. A zing of electricity shot up from his tailbone when he sat against the stone ledge, drawing a gasp from him, then several curses. He gently rubs the base of his spine to soothe the ache.

Konrad felt delicate. Every little action that he would normally perform without effort could prove to be too much on his pregnant body. Perhaps he would be fine with it if he chose when the urges to breed took him, but his genealogy couldn’t even grant him that. Throne save the next helpless serf that wandered in his path when it kicked in, for Konrad knew their chances of survival were slim at best. This was a part of his father’s great vision? Bouncing on the cock of passers-by then birthing sons into a legion of murders and scum? It infuriated the primarch to no end. His only saving grace was that he never seemed to inflate to the size of his expecting brothers, remaining more gaunt and lithe.

Perhaps if he were Guilliman or Fulgrim, he could try to find an ounce of pride in bringing a new life into the world. Maybe then, he would see a purpose to all of the lost meals, cramping, and searing pain of the birthing process. Maybe then he wouldn’t hate the changes to his body, losing the ability to bend and contort as he wished. Maybe then he would want to hold the boys as they came out and coo at them as his brothers did.

His legion would never be grateful for the effort he put in for them. He would spare all of his blood children the mercy of ever having to integrate into the Night Lords with a quick snap to the neck if they weren’t always taken from him so quickly. Darling of his brothers to chain him down each and every time he neared emergence after they discovered the fates of the first several cycles. Fulgrim had been mortified hearing about how Konrad had disposed of the newborns like waste.

The Imperial Palace was always quiet at this time of night, nobles and Astartes alike turning in by this hour. Only Custodians remained, silent watchers they were (at least they could mind their own business), and his brothers would rarely come to check in on him. Konrad let out a weary sigh and tucked his legs the best he could against his swollen belly, protecting the fetus within. Emotions threatened to boil over in his chest, and Konrad Curze had to choke back a tired sob.

Things would be much easier if he didn’t still love each of his sons anyway.

[doglover502]

@raggedypina @beanandberry Man I keep saying this is the last one and then they just keep coming. I am so sorry I am pinging you guys so many times, this got a chokehold on me out of nowhere, and also I did have one small scene from each of your pics

But I ended up drawing more finely the pic of Ragatha with the babies. They are all very tired (and rightfully so, imagine still having to go through labor in the circus, could not be me)

Something to go for Sweet Sweet and Sweetness, cause this reminded me so much of 101 Dalmatians

And then just this scene that makes me laugh from one of the A Ragdoll and a Rabbit chapters. I put too much effort into Zooble's bedtime pieces. I may draw that separately sometime

Also a little closeup of the book wing piece because I think it's really funny XD

[quotelr]

We come into the world through a man and a woman. But life blessings us with many fathers and mothers.

Lailah Gifty Akita, Think Great: Be Great!

[twyrrinren]

while in other fandoms mpreg is mainly written as angst or fluff, in laios' case it would be HORROR. like he's terrified of having children? and also a baby is nurtured by his parent's body???

[clarkes-and-god]

[duusheen]

The afternoon was going well for Miracle until she started feeling labor pains out of nowhere. Apparently, she was pregnant?! She and Jay rushed to the hospital immediately 😶

[atmonayano]

https://atmonayano.online/pregnancy-miracle-review-is-the-1-best-selling/

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Read more in my blog: https://atmonayano.online/pregnancy-miracle-review-is-the-1-best-selling/

See you in there, tks.

[snobgoblin]

when anti-choicers are always like "the miracle of life" it's always really funny 2 me bc when you talk to them they're the kind of person that believes people should suffer. which isn't surprising you know considering but what's more is that they're like "life is such a miracle........ but you're not allowed to live it how you want and I'm going to judge everyone who's not exactly like me. and I'm going to be the most prejudiced person you've ever met and generally make everyone's lives a living hell. but life is such a miracle" like which part bc I don't think you truly believe that I think you want people to suffer

[mpreg98]

(This is not made to make fun of anyone religious or any religion)

Now in those days a decree went out from Caesar Au·gusʹtus for all the inhabited earth to be registered. And all the people went to be registered, each one to his own city. Of course, Joseph also went up from Galʹi·lee, from the city of Nazʹa·reth, into Ju·deʹa, to David’s city, which is called Bethʹle·hem, because of his being a member of the house and family of David. He went to get registered but was soon to give birth.

[abel-morningstar]

The Miracle

How St. Peter came to accept Abel’s pregnancy

By @bunny-is-cute

Peter moves through the motions—cooking, cleaning, helping Abel bathe—all while his mind races.

This isn’t happening. It can’t be happening.

But Abel is in no condition to fake something like this. He’s weak, barely functioning, and whatever is happening to him is real.

Peter helps Abel settle into bed, carefully tucking fresh blankets around him. The broth he made earlier sits in an empty bowl on the bedside table, proof that Abel at least managed to eat something. Progress, however small.

Abel mumbles something incoherent, already halfway asleep. Peter watches him for a moment, his expression unreadable.

Then, quietly, he turns and slips out the door.

He needs air. He needs to think.

Because if Abel is telling the truth… if this is really happening��

Then nothing in Heaven makes sense anymore.

🪽📖🗝️ 🪽📖🗝️

Peter moves through the streets of Heaven, his thoughts tangled in knots. His feet carry him almost on instinct—to someone he knows will have answers, or at least wisdom to share.

When he reaches the modest little café tucked between two gleaming white buildings, he spots him immediately.

Jesus—Jay, as he prefers to be called now—sits at an outdoor table, a steaming cup of coffee in front of him. His long hair is tied back, his robes exchanged for a simple linen shirt and slacks. He looks up as Peter approaches, smiling knowingly.

"Pete," Jay greets, gesturing to the seat across from him. "You look like you've seen a ghost. Sit down."

Peter doesn’t argue. He pulls out the chair and sinks into it, exhaling sharply. Jay waits, sipping his coffee, giving Peter time to gather his thoughts.

"It’s Abel," Peter finally says. "Something’s… something’s wrong with him."

Jay arches a brow but remains silent, letting Peter continue.

"He says he’s pregnant."

A beat of silence. Then, Jay hums, taking another sip.

"Huh."

"Huh?" Peter repeats, incredulous. "That’s all you have to say?"

"What else do you want me to say?" Jay sets his cup down. "Do you think he’s lying?"

Peter hesitates.

"I—no. Abel’s not a liar. But Jay, it doesn’t make sense. He’s never been with anyone. We were together for decades, and we never—" He stops himself, face heating. "You know what I mean."

Jay leans forward, elbows resting on the table, a knowing glint in his eye.

"Yeah. I do."

Peter furrows his brow, thrown off by Jay’s calmness. "Then how am I supposed to believe him?"

Jay simply tilts his head. "Tell me something, Pete—how do you think I got here?"

Peter opens his mouth—then stops. The answer is obvious, but he doesn’t like where this is going.

"You’re different," Peter argues. "Your mother—"

"Was a virgin," Jay finishes for him. "And she still got pregnant. With God’s kid, no less." He shrugs. "Miracles happen, man. You used to believe in them."

Peter looks away, gripping his hands together tightly.

"Why do you doubt Abel so much?" Jay asks, his voice gentle now. "You know him. You’ve known him for centuries. Has he ever given you a reason to think he’d make this up?"

No. He hasn’t. Not once.

Peter swallows hard. His heart twists in his chest.

"So," Jay leans back, sipping his coffee again, "what are you gonna do about it?"

Peter leans forward, rubbing a hand over his face. His mind is spinning, his heart unsettled.

"How did he do it?" he asks suddenly, voice quieter.

Jay raises a brow. "Who?"

"Joseph." Peter looks up at him, searching. "Your—your stepdad, I mean. How did he handle it? Raising another man’s child?"

Jay exhales through his nose, setting his coffee cup down with a soft clink. There's a brief pause before he speaks, his voice steady, sure.

"First of all, Joseph wasn’t my ‘stepdad.’ He was my dad. The one who was there. Who took care of me, taught me, loved me like his own."

Peter shifts uncomfortably, looking down. Jay continues.

"Did he struggle? Yeah. Of course he did. He was scared, confused—just like you are now. But at the end of the day, he made a choice. Not because he had to, but because he wanted to. Because he loved my mom. And because he chose to love me, too."

Jay leans in slightly, his expression soft but serious.

"So tell me, Pete—do you care about Abel?"

Peter’s breath catches. His fingers tighten against the table.

"Of course I do."

"Then you already know what to do."

Peter swallows hard, Jay’s words settling deep into his chest. He knows. He’s always known.

🪽📖🗝️ 🪽📖🗝️

Peter returns to Abel’s cottage, arms weighed down by bags of groceries. The place had been practically empty, and considering Abel’s condition, he doubted the guy had been eating much anyway.

With a quiet sigh, Peter pushes the door open, stepping inside as carefully as he can. The cottage is dim, save for the soft glow of a candle flickering on the nearby table. He sets the bags down in the kitchen before making his way to Abel’s room.

There, curled up beneath the blankets, Abel sleeps. His face is still pale, his breathing slow but steady. He looks exhausted—more than exhausted. The weight of everything clings to him even in rest.

Peter exhales, ready to turn away—until something catches his eye.

A faint glow. A light so soft and pure it seems almost ethereal.

His gaze snaps to Abel’s abdomen. The glow pulses gently beneath the covers, radiating warmth, something new. Something unmistakable.

Peter freezes.

There it is. The truth. No denying it now.

Abel is pregnant.

And inside of him… is a soul.

Peter takes a slow step back, his breath caught in his throat. The soft glow radiating from Abel’s abdomen isn’t just proof—it’s a miracle.

And he had doubted him.

His stomach twists with guilt. It’s not the first time he’s done this—doubted someone he should have believed. His mind flashes back to his days on Earth, standing in the courtyard, fear gripping him as he denied knowing Jesus once… twice… three times.

"I don’t know him."

The rooster crowed, and shame flooded him then, just as it does now. He had thought he knew better. He had sworn he was strong in his faith, in his loyalty. And yet, when the moment came, he faltered.

Just like he had with Abel.

Peter rubs a hand over his face, exhaling shakily. He thought he had learned from his mistakes. Thought he had grown beyond his own disbelief, beyond the arrogance of assuming he knew how things were supposed to work. But once again, Heaven had shown him that miracles didn’t follow rules.

And Abel…

Abel had been alone in this. Scared. Sick. Carrying this burden with no one to believe him. No one to help him.

"God forgive me," Peter murmurs under his breath, glancing at Abel’s sleeping form. He won’t make the same mistake again. Not with Abel.

He pulls a chair close to the bedside and sits down, watching over Abel in silence. This time, he won’t turn away. This time, he’ll be here.

[kweenkatsuki-main]

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[choices-binglebonkus]

Every time the MC in The Royal Heir calls it a miracle that she’s pregnant (yes, she does it multiple times) I roll my eyes so damn hard.

Like. Girl.

You are confirmed by a medical professional to be fertile, healthy, and tried for less than a month before successfully conceiving. You are a queen/duchess and have access to the best and most prompt healthcare in the world, as well as an incredible support network and an army of staff and servants devoted to caring for you throughout.

Not to mention there’s been an estimated 80-117 billion people born on the planet. Getting pregnant has been done billions and billions of times.

So how in the hell is it a miracle?