LIKE SLATE
I know, I know.
Empty.
QUICKLY
Emotional: stayed in a hotel a few weekends ago because I was mad at Kev. No good reason why.
Paunchy: Nothing fits. Not even maternity clothes. I'm in a weird in-between state. Now I just look fat and would love an "I'm pregnant!" placard.
Gassy: Kevin now has NOTHING on me.
Happy: COMPLETELY in spite of myself and my long-nurtured pessimism.