Good morning, sunshine! It’s go time: Kate is in labor!
Princess Kate, that is.
The Duchess of Cambridge, you know.
I was just rubbing the sleep out of my eyes, a task made more difficult than usual because I got out of bed earlier than usual–Jim has an early flight out for business–when I saw a tweet from my friend Jenn.
And suddenly it made sense, the timing of it all. The universe is coming together to make sure that William and Kate become parents on MY schedule. (Thanks!)
(If you are a relatively new reader, let me bring you up to speed by saying that I’m *slightly* obsessed with the British royals, something that started when Charles and Diana were married. I live-blogged William and Kate’s wedding two years ago, and it’s one of my favorite posts ever. Click here to read it. Don’t worry, it’s still funny even if you’re not watching the wedding.)
I’ve got the BlogHer conference this week (I’ll be in the city for it starting Wednesday) and frankly I will not be able to pay attention to what’s going on in London or anywhere else for that matter, so I really appreciate whatever it was that Kate did to get things going. (Spicy food? Exercise? INDUCTION?)
My friends have asked me whether I think it will be a boy or a girl and what I think the name will be. I think it would be very cool for them to have a girl because of the change in the rules of royal succession: a daughter would be next in line to the throne after her father for the first time in history, and of course I’d love to see “Diana” be one of the middle names of a new daughter. That said, a boy would be fine, too. (Nice of me not to care, don’t you think?)
Anyway, unlike most of London right now, my life cannot come to a halt while I wait for the newest Royal. I work for BlogHer and this is our busiest week. Things are CRAZY right now. That’s why I’m happy to be signed up to get a text as soon as the little one makes his or her debut into the Lindo Wing of St. Mary’s.
Yes, I’m serious.
You wouldn’t expect any less of me, would you?
Happy Labor Day!