Nicole Kidman thwumps out semi-cowboy baby

This week is a joyous one, a momentous occasion that will change the world forever - it’s the week Nicole Kidman can stop whining about not having any babies.

That’s right, Nicole Kidman has given birth to her baby, a little girl she’s inexplicably decided to call Sunday Rose.

Nicole Kidman’s new daughter was born in Nashville yesterday morning, and other than that details are vague - for instance, we don’t know if Sunday Rose takes after her mother and has ginger hair and an immobile face, or her father and is an alcoholic.

Best of all, we’re almost completely certain that this report is 100% accurate and not an Angelina Jolie-style hoax because, well, who cares about Nicole Kidman enough to make up lies about her?

You hear that? That’s the sound of Nicole Kidman not banging on about all the babies she wants. Blissful, isn’t it? Because, honestly, for a while there we didn’t think she’d ever stop. Any time Nicole Kidman opened her mouth over the last couple of years it was either baby this or pregnancy that or upsetting miscarriage blah blah blah. Watch The Golden Compass in reverse and you’ll hear Nicole Kidman say “I want a bloody baby!” at least 17 times.

But now, nothing. That’s because Nicole Kidman has given birth to her first biological baby, a little girl named Sunday Rose. Don’t laugh - it’s perfectly traditional for Australians to name their first-born children after something a pensioner would name a canal boat.

Anyway, Nicole Kidman gave birth to Sunday Rose yesterday morning in Nashville, and right now everything seems to be a picture of unbridled joy, as People reports:

“Husband Keith was by Nicole’s side, and mother and baby are very well,” said spokesman Paul Freundlich, who added that the couple were “delighted” to make the announcement. He also said the baby girl weighed 6 lbs., 7.5 oz.

Oh really? Nicole Kidman really had a baby, did she? You’ll have to excuse our cynicism but we feel it’s justified - throughout Nicole Kidman’s pregnancy we don’t think a single person even saw so much as a glimpse of her baby bump. Doesn’t Nicole Kidman know that you’re supposed to paint your swollen belly orange and whack it out in a magazine if you’re a pregnant celebrity? That’s the only way anyone ever believes you.

Anyway. We swear to god, we’d better be blogging about celebrities in the year 2026, because it’s going to be a vintage year for gossip. Halle Berry’s kid will turn 18, Jessica Alba’s kid will turn 18, J-Lo’s kids will turn 18, Christina Aguilera’s kid will turn 18 and now Nicole Kidman’s kid will turn 18 as well. Statistically, at least one of them is bound to grow up to be a drug-ravaged sex fiend, right?

But it probably won’t be Nicole Kidman’s baby. That’s because Nicole has made no secret of her desire to raise her children in private on a tiny Fijian island away from the glare and bitter temptation of Hollywood.

It’s also because Sunday Rose is made of 50% Keith Urban genes. If anything she’ll be a booze-ravaged sex fiend.