More like a cinnamon bun in the oven

Hey Target! You know, I'm a big fan. And I think it's great that Liz Lange is designing supercute, trendy maternity wear for your stores. If I ever decide to undergo the horror of childbirth, I'll be sure to check out the collection.

Or maybe not.

You see, Target, I have a bone to pick with you. I saw the commercials. I know those glowing mothers-to-be aren't really pregnant. Affixing a fake belly to a size three model does not an expecting woman make. And frankly, that's just mean.

Imagine a pregnant woman. Her back hurts. She feels disgusting. The 'roids are acting up in a big way. She perks up when the Target commercial airs (because, really, who doesn't?). Then she sees an otherwise perfect woman with a little lump of a belly. How do you think that makes her feel? And what about when her husband says, "How come you're so much fatter than the pregnant chicks on TV?"

And as a women who is not with child, I don't need to see pregnant women who are thinner than I am.