For the past couple of weeks, my stomach has been in various levels of, how does one put this delicately, bloated. It's not pretty and it's uncomfortable.
What we've noticed however, and this is science y'all, that how grouchy I am (recently very) is proportional to how bloated my stomach is. To demonstrate this best, and scientifically, I've created a graph.
Don't be alarmed by its level of complexity, it's really quite simple.
Unfortunately, I've been hovering between the "Wow the elastic on my pants is digging into my belly" and "I swallowed a basketball. That's so awkward" marks. The "I swallowed a basketball. That's so awkward" phase is also sometimes called "Congratulations on your baby." Both are not ideal and don't feel great.
In fact, sometimes it's so huge that Inspector Climate talks to my belly and tells Jorge to get outta there! (me thinks this isn't the normal "belly talk" that married couples do. But I don't know for sure).
And so, what we've learned is that bloating leads to grouchy pants.
What have you learned recently?