There’s very little to feel sorry for, when it comes to the life of the Duchess of Cambridge.
She married an actual Prince. She has designers falling over themselves to dress her. Has great hair. And access to A LOT of diamonds. Two super cute kids. People whose job it is to make sure her life runs smoothly.
A few weeks after giving birth to her third child, she will be going to her brother-in-law’s wedding.
And pretty much the whole world will be watching.
Six weeks after I gave birth to Sonny Jim, one of my husband’s best mates got married. It was a humanist ceremony. In a field. With the reception in a big tipi.
It was a brilliant day, but I was still in somewhat of a new mum haze. I was still expressing. I was still a bit sore. I still – obviously – had a mummy tummy going on. And was still feeling a bit emotional. Continue reading