Cheryl has every right to keep mum about baby
Cheryl's pregnancy is the longest open secret, but don't dare ask what her surname is, writes Sarah Caden
Cheryl is pregnant. I know that reads as overly familiar to call her just Cheryl, but she doesn't have a surname, officially, these days. The fact of announcing a complete stranger's pregnancy when they haven't actually publicly said the words themselves is not so oddly intimate, though. Not anymore. Not when the uterus is public property these days.
We speculate and celebrate the conceptions, pregnancies and deliveries of celebrities as if they were our closest family these days, and yet pussy-foot around causing offence by calling Cheryl by her maiden name or one of her two married names. Because that would be rude, right? And just too intimate.
Last week, Cheryl wore a tight-knitted khaki dress to a Christmas carol service. The crowd went wild. She had a coat over it and it was a fairly demure dress if rather snug, and it was utterly obvious that she was pregnant. Not newly pregnant, not a little bit pregnant, properly pregnant. Second trimester, it was speculated, as if we're all putting the due date in our diaries. It was a pregnant belly and not just a large lunch, which was how Jennifer Aniston felt compelled to account for her rounded-belly bikini shot last summer.