A few days after I had Braden, I looked at my stomach and was just dismayed. It was still big! Really big! I commented on my sad state and instead of saying that I was 'imagining things' or reminding me that I had just had a baby, he said 'yeah, I noticed that.' When I came home from the hospital, a good friend across the street came over with her nieces. Her little five year old niece looked at my stomach and asked if I was having another baby? Ugh. It's hard to hear, even from a five year old. So I just have to remind myself that I am a balloon. As much as I blew up, it takes time to deflate back down.