The doorbell rings, and Bree says it must be Katherine. Susan's all, "Katherine!?" She tries to pretend it's no big deal, but her shrieking gives her away. She says she was going to talk to Katherine, but has been so busy with the wedding plans. Gaby says Susan probably shouldn't open with that. And why wasn't Katherine invited to Angie's "getting to know you" mixer, anyway? Katherine comes in to drop off the menu for some event that's three months away, because she has a lot of free time on her hands these days. Katherine looks at where Susan's literally hiding behind Lynette and says, "Hello, Susan," and wonders why she hasn't seen her much lately. Susan says she's been using the back door a lot lately. Oh, that wacky Susan. But then Katherine out-wackies her because Lynette points out her sweater's buttoned all wrong and her bra is completely showing. Katherine doesn't know where her head is, giggles, then stops and glares at Susan before leaving. Angie's like, "Was it just me or was that the most awkward moment ever?" Bree: "You bet your sweet ass it was." So she did oblige after all.

Lynette's in a waiting room full of pregnant women watching a husband and wife be all cute and lovey. The husband goes to get water and the wife says it's their first. Lynette, "Yeah, I got that." When Lynette says she has four at home and two on the way, the pregnant lady says Lynette's so blessed, since she can't imagine anything greater than being a mommy. She says she knows it's a lot of work, but her husband's going to be really hands-on. Lynette's like, "Yeah, that's not going to happen." He'll change a diaper or two, but won't help out with the four a.m. feedings. The woman tries to say Lynette's wrong, because her Johnny's different, and Lynette's like, "Does he have boobs?" Then she goes on that the soon-to-be-mom can kiss bikini-wearing goodbye, because even though she looks great in her dress, Lynette assures her she's all saggy and gross underneath. She compares her stomach to stucco and her breasts to deflated balloons. Lynette says that this being a great experience is just a lie every generation tells the next so they can get grandchildren. The lady's like, "Please stop talking to me." But Lynette won't. She says she needs to hear this: She's going to feel lonely but never be alone, her kids will hate her, and her husband will buy her bad gifts. The husband comes back to find his wife crying, and Lynette tells him it's hormones, so he should probably get used to it.