Unless you’ve been living under a rock for the last few days, you”ll have heard on the news that the future King of England has just been born to Kate and William.
People have been camping outside the hospital for the past few weeks (literally. One bloke has apparently been sleeping out there for two weeks. Do they have nowhere else to go? Or anything to DO?!)
The world and his dog have their eyes and long lens cameras trained on the doors of the hospital where the heir to the throne has just been born.
Meanwhile, Kate’s hairdresser has apparently gone in this morning to get her hair all lovely and shiny and not, presumably, like most mums who have just given birth, resembling something that’s just been dragged backwards through a hedge.
Every news channel wants to know:
What’s the baby going to be called?
The parenting forums are wanting to know:
Is Kate going to breastfeed?! Set an example, woman, for Goodness sake! (Or how about just leave her alone, it’s her choice!)
Not as if she can do right whatever she does. If she does get the royal boobs out, she’ll get eye rolls and told to show a bit more decorum.
If she feeds baby SMA or Cow and Gate, somebody somewhere will have an opinion that she isn’t setting a good example.
One news report this morning brought up the question of if she would lose the baby weight quickly or not. (Give her chance!)
Also, what’s she going to wear?! We all need to know!
The poor girl only gave birth yesterday. No wonder she feels the need to get her hairdresser in to see her before venturing out with all these scrutinizing eyes on her.
Just pull on whatever clothes you feel comfortable in, give your hair a quick brush and if anyone dares say you’re not looking your best silently send a few v signs in your mind towards them and do a regal wave while smiling serenely.
I wouldn’t be Kate for anything right now.