There's always that one friend: the last to date, the last to the party, the last to get married and definitely the last to have kids. One day you're all in this together, and the next there are little people everywhere and they're calling your friends "mom." I've officially earned the title of "that friend," so let me tell you what to expect going forward as the last non-married, non-mommy of your group.

“Want to go get drinks?” turns into “and maybe we can have adult drinks" (after pregnancy and breastfeeding, that is).

There’s no longer such a thing as “spontaneous."

Day trips must be planned in advance and will usually turn into hanging out around the house because of mini-people meltdowns or untimely, but God-sent, naps... or because mom "literally can't even."

Every hangout involves coffee—lots of it (as if it didn’t before).

Every conversation will go unfinished.

Time that used to be spent talking about boys being boogers and poopy situations is now used to talk about literal boogers and poop.

You will constantly be asked by outsiders if you get "baby fever."

With every new little one that comes into the picture and every accomplishment they make will fill your heart more and more until you feel like it might burst.

So if you're officially "that friend," get excited! Stuff is about to get good!