I feel slightly sorry for the Duchess of Cambridge as news of her latest pregnancy is consumed by the press and the public.
I well remember how hideous it can be when you’re feeling unwell, or your ankles are swollen.
Or you want to sit in the corner and eat five caramel bars one after another – not because you crave them, but because you simply can’t be bothered to get off your backside and face the fact that you’re going to go through all those sleepness nights, leaky nipples and extra tyres all over again.
I wasn’t great at being pregnant – which is why I feel so utterly sympathetic.
Sometimes a woman just wants to hide away with her bump.
But Kate doesn’t have that option. s