Despite Peanutgate, which pretty much ruined the month of November for me, the Duchess of Cambridge is almost certainly not pregnant.
And yet she still insists on standing like this, hands resting excitedly over the womb which will one day host the future king or queen, glowing like she has an amazing secret and some hormones that are seriously working for her. (Look how shiny her hair is!)
I’m starting to take it personally — I think she’s doing it just to remind me she could destroy my entire perfectly-constructed world.
In related news, looks like the Duchess is getting a puppy for Christmas. May that tide her over, baby-wise, for another few years. Also … may the puppy be just a little bit ugly.
