Have you ever wondered how good your observation skills truly are? Some puzzles challenge our intellect, but others test our ability to notice small yet significant details that most people overlook. The image above presents such a challenge: Who is NOT pregnant?
At first glance, it appears that all seven women in the picture are pregnant. But if you take a closer look, you’ll realize that one of them is not. Can you spot her?
This puzzle requires a keen eye for detail, the ability to notice subtle differences in body posture, clothing, and physical alignment. If you can figure it out without help, congratulations! You have exceptional observational skills.
Let’s break this puzzle down step by step and reveal the correct answer.
Common Mistakes People Make When Solving This Puzzle
Many people rush to conclusions when solving visual puzzles. Here are some common errors that can lead to incorrect answers:
- Assuming that all the women are pregnant
- Since they are standing in a maternity ward, wearing scrubs, and holding their bellies, it’s easy to assume they are all expectant mothers. This is a trap for those who don’t take the time to analyze each individual carefully.
- Focusing only on the belly size
- Most people assume that the woman with the smallest belly must be the one who isn’t pregnant. However, belly size varies depending on the stage of pregnancy, so this method is unreliable.
- Not paying attention to posture and stance
- Pregnant women often stand slightly differently due to the extra weight on their front. If you don’t observe their posture carefully, you might miss this key clue.
Now, let’s go through the correct way to solve this puzzle.
Step-By-Step Guide to Finding the Right Answer
To determine which woman is NOT pregnant, follow these steps:
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Step 1: Observe Their Posture
Pregnant women naturally adjust their posture to accommodate the additional weight in their abdomen. Their stance usually includes:
- A slight backward lean to counterbalance the weight of their belly
- A subtle curve in the lower back
- A gentle widening of the stance for better balance
Now, look at all seven women carefully. One of them does not show these signs.
Step 2: Look at How They Are Holding Their Stomachs
In the image, six women are cradling their bellies—a common instinct for pregnant individuals. However, one woman does not seem to be holding her stomach in the same way. Instead, her hands are positioned differently, suggesting she does not have the same need to support a growing belly.
Step 3: Examine the Clothing Fit
One major clue is how their clothes fit around their stomachs.
- The six pregnant women have shirts that are slightly stretched over their round bellies.
- However, one woman’s shirt does not have the same tight stretch. Instead, it falls naturally over her stomach, suggesting she is not carrying a baby.
Step 4: Notice the Alignment of the Shoulders and Torso
A woman who is pregnant naturally shifts her posture. Their shoulders might be slightly pushed back, and their torso has a gentle forward curve. In contrast, one woman in the group stands completely upright, without any of these adjustments.
Step 5: Compare Their Overall Body Shape
When you look closely at the overall shape of each woman, six of them show clear signs of pregnancy-related weight distribution—particularly in their lower abdomen. However, one woman’s shape does not match the others.
The Correct Answer: Woman #7 is NOT Pregnant!
If you noticed all the clues, you would have identified the seventh woman (far right) as the one who is NOT pregnant.
How Do We Know?
- Her stance is different – She stands upright, without the subtle backward lean seen in the others.
- Her hand placement is different – Unlike the others, she is not cradling a belly.
- Her clothing doesn’t stretch around a baby bump – Her top falls straight down instead of hugging a round belly.
- Her body alignment is normal – She does not show the slight posture adjustments typical of pregnant women.
What This Says About Your Observation Skills
If you figured out the correct answer on your own, congratulations! You have an exceptional ability to notice details that others overlook. This skill is valuable in many areas of life, including:
- Solving problems quickly
- Identifying small changes in your surroundings
- Being more aware of people’s emotions and body language
- Making better decisions by considering small but significant clues
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If you didn’t get it right—don’t worry! This type of puzzle is a great way to train your brain to pay closer attention to subtle details.
Final Thoughts: Keep Sharpening Your Mind!
This puzzle is a fun but effective way to test and improve your observation skills. Whether you got the answer right or not, the key takeaway is that small details matter.
If you enjoy challenges like this, keep practicing! The more you train your brain to focus on subtle differences, the sharper your observational skills will become.
Now it’s your turn! Did you figure out the answer before reading the explanation? Share your thoughts in the comments below and challenge your friends to see if they can spot the difference too!
We Adopted a 3-Year-Old Boy – When My Husband Went to Bathe Him for the First Time, He Shouted, ‘We Must Return Him!’
After years of infertility, we adopted Sam, a sweet 3-year-old with ocean-blue eyes. But when my husband went to bathe Sam, he ran out, yelling, “We must return him!” His panic made no sense until I spotted the distinctive marking on Sam’s foot.
I never expected that bringing home our adopted son would unravel the fabric of my marriage. But looking back now, I realize that some gifts come wrapped in heartache, and sometimes the universe has a twisted sense of timing.
A thoughtful woman | Source: Midjourney
“Are you nervous?” I asked Mark as we drove to the agency.
My hands fidgeted with the tiny blue sweater I’d bought for Sam, our soon-to-be son. The fabric was impossibly soft against my fingers, and I imagined his small shoulders filling it out.
“Me? Nah,” Mark replied, but his knuckles were white against the steering wheel. “Just ready to get this show on the road. Traffic’s making me antsy.”
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He drummed his fingers on the dash, a nervous tick I’d noticed more frequently lately.
“You’ve checked the car seat three times,” he added with a forced chuckle. “Pretty sure you’re the nervous one.”
“Of course I am!” I smoothed the sweater again. “We’ve waited so long for this.”
The adoption process had been grueling, mostly handled by me while Mark focused on his expanding business.
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The endless paperwork, home studies, and interviews had consumed my life for months as I searched agency lists for a child. We’d initially planned to adopt an infant, but the waiting lists stretched endlessly, so I started expanding our options.
That’s how I found Sam’s photo — a three-year-old boy with eyes like summer skies and a smile that could melt glaciers.
His mother had abandoned him, and something in those eyes spoke directly to my heart. Maybe it was the hint of sadness behind his smile, or perhaps it was fate.
A little boy with striking blue eyes | Source: Midjourney
“Look at this little guy,” I said to Mark one evening, showing him the photo on my tablet. The blue glow illuminated his face as he studied it.
He’d smiled so softly I knew he wanted this boy as much as I did. “He looks like a great kid. Those eyes are something else.”
“But could we handle a toddler?”
“Of course we can! No matter how old the kid is, I know you’ll be a great mom.” He squeezed my shoulder as I stared at the picture.
A woman staring at her tablet | Source: Midjourney
We completed the application process and, after what seemed like forever, we went to the agency to bring Sam home. The social worker, Ms. Chen, led us to a small playroom where Sam sat building a tower of blocks.
“Sam,” she said softly, “remember the nice couple we talked about? They’re here.”
I kneeled beside him, my heart thundering. “Hi, Sam. I love your tower. May I help?”
He studied me for a long moment, nodded, and handed me a red block. That simple gesture felt like the beginning of everything.
A child playing with toy blocks | Source: Midjourney
The drive home was quiet. Sam clutched a stuffed elephant we’d brought him, occasionally making small trumpet sounds that made Mark chuckle. I kept glancing back at him in his car seat, hardly believing he was real.
At home, I started unpacking Sam’s few belongings. His small duffle seemed impossibly light for containing a child’s whole world.
“I can give him his bath,” Mark offered, from the door. “Give you a chance to set up his room exactly how you want it.”
A man standing in a doorway | Source: Midjourney
“Great idea!” I beamed, thinking how wonderful it was that Mark wanted to bond right away. “Don’t forget the bath toys I picked up for him.”
They disappeared down the hall, and I hummed as I arranged Sam’s clothes in his new dresser. Each tiny sock and T-shirt made this feel more real. The peace lasted exactly forty-seven seconds.
“WE MUST RETURN HIM!”
Mark’s shout hit me like a physical blow.
A woman looking over her shoulder | Source: Midjourney
He burst from the bathroom as I raced into the hall. Mark’s face was ghost-white.
“What do you mean, return him?” I struggled to keep my voice steady, gripping the doorframe. “We just adopted him! He’s not a sweater from Target!”
Mark paced the hallway, running his hands through his hair, his breathing ragged. “I just realized… I can’t do this. I can’t treat him like my own. This was a mistake.”
“Why would you say that?” My voice cracked like thin ice.
A confused woman | Source: Midjourney
“You were excited just hours ago! You were making elephant noises with him in the car!”
“I don’t know; it just hit me. I can’t bond with him.” He wouldn’t meet my eyes, staring instead at a point somewhere over my shoulder. His hands trembled.
“You’re being heartless!” I snapped, pushing past him into the bathroom.
Sam sat in the tub looking small and confused, and still wearing everything but his socks and shoes. He held his elephant clutched tight against his chest.
A boy holding a stuffed elephant | Source: Midjourney
“Hey, buddy,” I said, forcing cheerfulness into my voice while my world crumbled. “Let’s get you cleaned up, okay? Would Mr. Elephant like a bath too?”
Sam shook his head. “He’s scared of water.”
“That’s okay. He can watch from here.” I set the toy safely on the counter. “Arms up!”
As I helped Sam undress, I noticed something that stopped my heart.
A stunned woman | Source: Midjourney
Sam had a distinctive birthmark on his left foot. I’d seen that exact mark before, on Mark’s foot, during countless summer days by the pool. The same unique curve, the same placement.
My hands trembled as I bathed Sam, and my mind raced.
“You’ve got magic bubbles,” Sam said, poking at the foam I’d barely registered adding to the water.
“They’re extra special bubbles,” I muttered, watching him play. His smile, which had seemed so uniquely his own, now held echoes of my husband’s.
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That night, after tucking Sam into his new bed, I confronted Mark in our bedroom. The distance between us on the king-size mattress felt infinite.
“The birthmark on his foot is identical to yours.”
Mark froze in the act of removing his watch, then forced a laugh that sounded like breaking glass. “Pure coincidence. Lots of people have birthmarks.”
“I want you to take a DNA test.”
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“Don’t be ridiculous,” he snapped, turning away. “You’re letting your imagination run wild. It’s been a stressful day.”
But his reaction told me everything. The next day, while Mark was at work, I took a few strands of hair from his brush and sent them for testing, along with a swab I took from Sam’s cheek during tooth-brushing time. I told him we were checking for cavities.
The wait was excruciating. Mark grew increasingly distant, spending more time at the office. Meanwhile, Sam and I grew closer.
A woman playing with a child | Source: Midjourney
He started calling me “Mama” within days, and each time he did, my heart swelled with love even as it ached with uncertainty.
We developed a routine of morning pancakes, bedtime stories, and afternoon walks to the park where he’d collect “treasure” (leaves and interesting rocks) for his windowsill.
When the results arrived two weeks later, they confirmed what I’d suspected. Mark was Sam’s biological father. I sat at the kitchen table, staring at the paper until the words blurred, hearing Sam’s laughter float in from the backyard where he played with his new bubble wand.
A shocked woman | Source: Midjourney
“It was one night,” Mark finally confessed when I confronted him with the results. “I was drunk, at a conference. I never knew… I never thought…” He reached for me, his face crumpling. “Please, we can work this out. I’ll do better.”
I stepped back, my voice ice-cold. “You knew the moment you saw that birthmark. That’s why you panicked.”
“I’m sorry,” he whispered, sinking into a kitchen chair. “When I saw him in the bath, it all came rushing back. That woman… I never got her name. I was ashamed, I tried to forget…”
An emotional man | Source: Midjourney
“An accident four years ago, while I was going through fertility treatments? Crying every month when they failed?” Each question felt like glass in my throat.
The next morning, I visited a lawyer, a sharp-eyed woman named Janet who listened without judgment. She confirmed what I hoped — being Sam’s legal adoptive mother gave me parental rights. Mark’s previously unknown paternity didn’t automatically grant him custody.
“I’m filing for divorce,” I told Mark that evening after Sam was asleep. “And I’m seeking full custody of Sam.”
A determined woman | Source: Midjourney
“Amanda, please—”
“His mother already abandoned him and you were ready to do the same,” I cut in. “I won’t let that happen.”
His face crumpled. “I love you.”
“Not enough to come clean. It seems to me that you loved yourself more.”
Mark didn’t fight it, so the divorce proceedings were quick. Sam adjusted better than I expected, though sometimes he asked why Daddy didn’t live with us anymore.
A boy in his bed | Source: Midjourney
“Sometimes grown-ups make mistakes,” I’d tell him, stroking his hair. “But it doesn’t mean they don’t love you.” It was the kindest truth I could offer.
Years have passed since then, and Sam’s grown into a remarkable young man. Mark sends birthday cards and occasional emails but keeps his distance — his choice, not mine.
People sometimes ask if I regret not walking away when I discovered the truth. I always shake my head.
A woman hugging her son | Source: Midjourney
Sam wasn’t just an adopted child anymore; he was my son, biology, and betrayal be damned. Love isn’t always simple, but it’s always a choice. I vowed never to give him up, except to his future fiancée, of course.
Here’s another story: Despite being a struggling single mom, I had to help the elderly woman I found out in the cold on Christmas Eve. I never imagined that my simple act of kindness would lead to a mysterious luxury SUV at my door — or heal my broken heart.
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.
The author and publisher make no claims to the accuracy of events or the portrayal of characters and are not liable for any misinterpretation. This story is provided “as is,” and any opinions expressed are those of the characters and do not reflect the views of the author or publisher.
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