Not Dead Yet.

Thanks to Standing, I have been accused of being dead. I am not dead, just pregnant. Being pregnant as a man apparently means debating whether one can say that. Am i pregnant? Technically, no. Is my partner? More and more each day. Have I started eating mac and cheese, potato chips and daily getting closer to having to take the advice of a third-degree friend (buy two pairs of pants that are two sizes too large and get cable)? Yes, yes I am. Not dead, just fat and paranoid.