For some reason I can’t fathom, I have an E! Online! feed on my home page, and I swear to god they cannot go 6 hours without pointing out some C-List celebrity “flaunting her baby bump”.
Both the phrase, and their obsession with celebrity reproduction, make my skin crawl.
(How did we get through millions of years of sexual reproduction without having a cutesy alliterative phrase to describe mammalian gravidity?)
If I was a pregnant woman right now, I’d have to make my own maternity clothes, or buy them secondhand, or even improvise, because I don’t like tight-fitting shirts.
ETA: I might not have gone quite as far as they did in the 1940s. Ever seen mail-order catalogues from that era? Their maternity clothes were wrap dresses, designed to “keep your secret” as long as possible, because that’s just how things were done back then.
It used to be called “showing”, as in “oh, you’re starting to show!”. If it was necessary to be anatomical, it was referred to as a “tummy” or (bordering on vulgar) “belly”.