Walking around Manhattan the other day I realized there are four stages of "Woman Seeing Pregnant Women on the Streets."
Stage One: You don't see them at all. You're pre-kids and you don't even notice things like pregnant bellies, even though you're surrounded by them.
Stage Two: "Oh I wish that was me!" You pine.
Three: "Hey! You're pregnant! Me too! Her too! All of us! Gosh, she looks big! Do I look that big?" You're there! You're surrounded by your pregnant sisters everywhere you look!
Four: "O.M.G. I'm so so so so so so so so happy I'm not pregnant."
Needless to say, I am at stage four.