Motherhood progression from one child to four

My motherhood progression from one child to four:
Stage 1/ Child 1:  Still put together, still have my "single and rockin'" body. My child wears all the latest trends in clothes and sits in all the newest gadgets, which, as a first time Mom, I have carefully researched and obsessed over. I take long, 3 hour lunches with all my new Mom friends where we complain about the lack of sleep and whether our babies are hitting their milestones at the same time as their classmates. I maintain willpower and restraint when I walk into my latest charity organization and bypass the fresh bagels and cream cheese for a plate of the freshly cut fruit. I feel good. I got this parenting with balance thing figured out.
Stage 2/Child 2: Still fitting into half my pre-baby outfits and worrying about whether my kids coordinate or not. I still linger over long lunches, arrange for all day play-dates to Disneyland, keep strict naptime schedules and refuse to be daunted by the grocery store experience with 2 kids in a cart. Tired, but enthusiastic about parenting.
Stage 3/ Child 3: I'm ignoring the bulging waistline threatening to relegate my favorite pair of pre-baby jeans to a life at the back of the closet. I snag that bagel and cream cheese and wrap 2 more for the road at the one charity meeting I've managed to attend in the last 4 months. My laugh sounds a little high pitched and my conversational efforts slightly alarming probably because of the barely noticeable twitch I've developed in my right eye.
Stage 4 /What's the child count?: If it's not spandex, I'm not wearing it. If it's not online, I'm not buying it. If lunch last 3 minutes with butts in seats, I can count the day victorious. I'm wondering if my kids know yet that the doors to get back in the house are locked and if it will buy me enough time to shave my legs. It doesn't. I put the diaper bag over one shoulder, my purse over the other, the baby on one hip and grab a bite of leftover waffle in syrup with my teeth from Kenzie's breakfast plate still on the Dining Room table.  Three children, self-dressed in mismatched, clashing outfits from Target or the "hand-me-down" store, race for the tank of a minivan that has recently replaced my sporty, cool quotient MDX.  I shake off the haze of sleeplessness that has settled into my head and bones over the past 5 months and think about my favorite pair of pre-baby blue jeans sitting at the back of my closet.