So, the world wide Royal Crotch Watch has come to an end. The royal family have added a beautiful baby girl to the family. And gah, she is beautiful! Even more stunning, is Kate, wearing heels, and a white and yellow dress just HOURS after giving birth. Pass that miracle medicine my way! How the HELL did she manage that?! I mean, I get that she has an ass load of hairstylists, make up artists, and God only knows what else at her fingertips to make herself look wonderful, but for cryin’ out loud, the woman just pushed an eight pound, three ounce baby out of her vagina. And then ten hours later, looks like she spent a day in a spa, and got a baby as a thank you gift. Good God! There’s no make up artist on the planet that could’ve made me look anywhere near presentable ten hours after giving birth. Not even with some serious spackle, triple layers of Spanx, black magic, and probably a small animal sacrifice or six. Just. Not. Happening. 12 hours after I gave birth, I was still trying to pee. Without crying.which mind you, is very difficult. Pooping? Don’t. Want. To. Talk. About. It. I was gingerly making my way across the cold hospital floor, with a maxi pad roughly the size of a crib mattress anchored into place by the oh, so attractive mesh panties that any woman who’s ever given birth knows about. (Comfortable as hell, those things. And sure beats ruining your own underwear, am I right?) Sitting down took planning, effort, and time. I was giving thanks to whoever thought to freeze maxi pads to make perfect ice packs for the vag. (Seriously, whoever you are, you are a blessing straight from the Universe. Women all over the world bless you.) The folks told me that the swelling in your hands and feet go down after the baby is born were straight up liars. I was more swollen AFTER the baby was born than before. Seriously, I had shrek feet for a good month after. Heels? No way. That "new mommy glow" just didn't exist. I looked like a flushed version of the stay puffed marshmallow man with frizzy Annie hair. Kate looks like she's ready to pose for a magazine cover. I don't look that good on a planned date. BUT as flawless as she looks, I can't help but feel bad for her. The idea of having an army of cameras and people swarming hours after giving birth makes me cringe. I'm sure she was standing there, achy, swollen, and very sore with a pair of mesh panties hidden in her purse. Oh the joys of being royal.















