Kate Middleton is having a daughter! Or maybe not. But people claim she is! Or maybe not! But she is most definitely having a baby, as we all know, and at five-months along now is as good a time as any to start speculating on the sex of her unborn child. The Duchess of Cambridge was visiting Grimsby yesterday she she stopped and greeted onlookers and accepted flowers from adorably be-frocked children and a teddy bear from a well-wisher who is reported to have overheard the Duchess say she is having a daughter. From The Daily Mail:
She told the Mail: ”˜The lady next to me gave her a teddy bear and I distinctly heard her say ”Thank you, I will take that for my d….”.
”˜Then she stopped herself. I leant over and said to her: ”You were going to say daughter, weren’t you?” She said: ”No, we don’t know!” I said: ”Oh, I think you do” to which she replied: ”We’re not telling!”
”˜I have been here since 10am and it was worth every cold minute of the wait to see her. She is just beautiful and so lovely and friendly.’
Diana Burton, 41, who gave Kate the teddy, was too shell-shocked to recall the conversation. But Mrs Cook, who works in a local charity shop and lives in Grimsby, was adamant about what she heard.
”˜I only hope that she doesn’t now give birth to a boy or I’m going to look pretty stupid,’ she said.
”˜But she definitely said ”d——”.’
“Thank you, I will take that for my ______.” Daughter? Dog? I vote dog, because I can scarcely believe the Duchess would take a teddy bear from some
commoner when I’m sure Selfridges or Harrod’s is making her like a diamond and cashmere teddy bear for the royal offspring. She probably wanted the bear for her dog, because if her dog Lupo is anything like my dog then it probably tears through stuffed animals in two minutes flat. If the Duchess was indeed referring to a daughter than the child will be a princess and referred to as “Her Royal Highness” and awwww, part of me adores the idea of a baby princess and part of me rolls my eyes and wonders if it is okay to eat the pizza leftovers that have been sitting on my counter all night for breakfast. Like the royals do.