After three weeks of endless waiting and false alarms, I hope you picked today in your office betting pool, because the Royal Baby is officially on its way into the world. Kate Middleton (or Catherine, Duchess of Cambridge, as we’re apparently supposed to call her anytime something fancy happens) and Prince William traveled to the Lindo Wing at St. Mary’s hospital at 7:37am local time for Kate to begin the labor process. (Which, if I may point out, was 2:37am New York time, and I’ve never been more glad I use silent alerts for CNN.)
Interestingly enough, they went by car, because these are heirs to the British throne we’re talking about, and they can’t go riding about in just any flashing medicine car that we Yanks call ‘ambulances’. There’s too much on the line, y’know? Gotta take a nice reliable car and chat casually about crumpets and try to pretend their isn’t a human head pressing against your pain organs. Is that too much to ask?
The progress report was issued by Kensington Palace about ninety minutes after the Duke and Duchess left, presumably so they could get a head start on all those hungry hungry paparazzi, and here we find ourselves. Waiting. Like peasants. I hate this part. Because royal though this baby might be, I’m getting word that he or she does still need to go through the whole unromantic delivery process, so we’ll be keeping you updated with this story as it develops. (I’ve always wanted to say that.)
Oh and yes, you read that right — we still don’t know if it’s a boy or a girl, so now would be the perfect time to get that office pool going as well. I’m putting my money on a daughter named North West. That name is totally stuck in my head, for some reason.