The gal probably went home to Kensington Palace, drew the blinds, and cried like hell - from joy, from exhaustion. She's in a no-win switch: She looks great so fuck her and her hairdresser and her millions. She looks awful then fuck her for not putting on a "stiff upper lip" and all that stuff with all the millions she's got! My only hope - and it looks likely to be true - is that she has the love and support of her husband, unlike the little guy's grandmother who suffered post-partum depression and years of self-doubt in the midst of a loveless union. Mazel to the happy couple!