As Mandy Moore approaches the finish line of her third pregnancy, she's annoyed not just by her swollen ankles, but also by relentless paparazzi tailing her during basic errands in Los Angeles.

In her ninth month of pregnancy, Moore is once again facing the invasive lens of paparazzi, frustratingly noting that their shadowy presence feels unnecessary in an age where she can just post her own baby bump updates online. Despite already having two active boys, August and Oscar, and her soon-to-arrive baby girl, it seems the real challenge is evading the cameras rather than managing toddler tantrums. With this familiar complaint echoing from her previous pregnancy, Moore's message is clear: if you want the scoop on her life, just check her Instagram instead of lurking in the grocery store parking lot.

Minutes after Moore bemoaned the situation online, she became an unwilling subject in yet another doctrine of confusion: the life of a celebrity trying to live a normal life. "I can't even run errands without someone following me around like a lost puppy," she said, remarkably calm for someone on the brink of labor. I suppose even paparazzi have a hard time ignoring a very publicly available birth announcement that includes a due date in May 2024.

The frustration reaches the tip of Moore's proverbial iceberg, not only because of the physical toll of being in her ninth month but also due to the sheer absurdity of it all. "Why do you need three hundred pictures of me pushing my cart through the produce aisle when I just want to buy some organic bananas?" she quipped, showing that irony has also not missed the opportunity to invade her daily affairs. It seems she enjoys the irony almost as much as no-hassle grocery shopping.

Moore's vocal distaste for roaming photographers isn't new; she previously aired her grievances during her last pregnancy. It was apparently hard for her to enjoy any semblance of tranquility while preparing for motherhood, as the flashes of cameras lingered around her like an obnoxious houseguest who just won't leave. In her latest vent session, she reiterated the oddity of needing to camouflage in her own city while those with baked-in social media presence—celebrities—could share whatever they wanted, whenever they pleased.

Living the life of a celebrity during this season of her life seems to amplify the irony. Here’s someone who has the capacity to reach millions with a click but still faces the annoyances of public eye scrutiny. "We're in a digital age! Why aren't we just letting people tell their own stories?" she continued as she attempted to juggle childcare alongside life under the camera’s watchful eye. Perhaps there's a lesson here about the balancing act that comes with fame—not unlike balancing a baby bump and two toddlers.

Countless times, Moore has expressed her yearning for privacy reduced to a mere footnote. Instead of gossip mag annuals filled with grainy images depicting the mundane—like her purchasing avocados or her son Oscar’s latest discovery—she’d prefer a cozy Instagram post conveying the same news accompanied by a ‘thumbs-up’ emoji. Simple, right? But as is often the case with celebrities, simplicity is just a mirage in a camera-flashed desert.

On her social media accounts, Moore often shares heartfelt insights into motherhood, which have become gems of modern celebrity culture. Certainly, posting a candid shot from the comfort of her home may have even greater impact than a tabloid shot from behind the potato chip aisle. "If you want to know the exciting aspects of my life, just follow me online!" she remarked, nodding toward her A-list potential as an influencer. Because if there’s anything Moore can do during the hustle and bustle of motherhood, it’s harnessing her experiences—and we all know influencers thrive on the experience of running errands.

As she carries her third child, Moore hopes that the paparazzi can hear her message like the gentle whispers of late-night lullabies, though perhaps she would prefer it blasted at the volume of a car alarm. She mentioned that between handling two toddlers and her expanding waistline, the documentary of her life shouldn't have to include her dodging camera lenses while ducking out of Target. Can someone draft a letter to Hollywood calling for an end to this absurdity?

In conclusion, if there's one thing pregnant mothers like Mandy Moore wish for more than a hefty serving of pickles and ice cream, it's the peaceful, unobstructed privilege to navigate their own lives without the interference of what she clearly outlines as an unnecessary 'entourage.' To those who think otherwise; congratulations! You've just been kindly offered a perspective quite literally seen through her eyes.