Let me preface this by saying that I LOVE being pregnant. Really, I do.
But to all those pregnant women who walk around in their sweet little vintage maternity dresses, with clear skin and petite little ankles, and breasts that don't look like they're about to start feeding an entire orphanage, and who are still wearing their wedding rings on their absurdly thin fingers:
GET OUT OF MY FACE.
Or at least pretend to have trouble going up stairs.