Santosha is often translated simply as contentment. But in the context of pregnancy and in the context of modern life, modern bodies, and the particular cruelty of social media… it's something far more specific and far more necessary:

The practice of releasing the gap between how things are and how you think they should be.

Not toxic positivity. Not pretending everything is fine when it isn't. Not forcing gratitude when what you actually feel is nauseous, terrified, or quietly grieving parts of your former self. Santosha is subtler than that. It's the practice of meeting this moment, the specific, imperfect, uncomfortable, occasionally beautiful moment, without the additional weight of how it was supposed to be different.