You cant avoid everything

Went into town this morning, managed to avoid all baby shops and the baby departments, but I didn't manage to avoid the pregnant woman, is it just me, for are there suddenly lots of them about. And of course, didn't manage to avoid the prams, couldn't help but take a peek, tiny little people oblivious to the hustle and bustle of city life. Happy little families, new born babies strapped onto proud new daddy's chest. New mums basking in the glory of the tiny person accompanying them. I'm probably romanticising this and going a bit over the top, but its as though the three of them form their own private unit, a private bubble where no one else matters.