Why kiss a frog?

Oh well, wasn't done after all...

The reason why I'm on and on about this is probably some kind of comfort to myself. I keep saying to myself and to everybody who will listen: "Why kiss all the frogs to find the one prince? - I for sure wouldn't want a prince who'd been stupid enough to be turned into a frog in the first place". Sometimes I'm just not sure I'm all convinced...
I actually suspect it all started when I went to see my friend 3 weeks ago. She's 8½ months pregnant and her belly stands out proudly. I've never felt like this before in my life and I would have sworn that I would never feel like this - but I can't help but being a bit jealous. I want a belly like that so badly. My brain and logic of course tells me that there's time and that I don't want a baby...
Wait, I'll continue this later, my ride's here...