She handed me a baby.
For the longest, I knew something was up. I remembered our fights and how, when I went to square up, I couldn't bring myself to hit her back. I remembered how much she seemed to eat and the fact that she seemed to be getting big in the middle. For the most part, she was always bottom-heavy, however, in this case, she was rounder in the middle and I knew it wasn't coming from the food she was eating (though she got a little heavier). I remembered that she had thrown up a lot and the fact that she seemed to go from zero to a hundred real fast.
The bottom line is that I knew something was off but I didn't really put the pieces together.