Am getting tired of being seen as a clown.

Initially it was kind of fun, like going to a fancy dress party. What I didn’t take into account was that this party was to be a month long festival.

It is not so bad when I am with the other pregnant dads, you know, safety in numbers sort of thing. We can share the shame. But on my own, which is more often than not since my wife and son are away. I feel more vunerable.

Last night I went to get some groceries at my local super market, it wasn’t long before the security escorted me through the store. Pausing as I paused to fill my basket, not my belly with various fruit and veg. It’s not like I would have been able to have made a quick exit, quite the opposite. A tired trudge at best.

My own fault I guess, I chose to fully commit myself to this charade and am determined to finish it.