It has been 4 days since the birth. I have the belly. You know the one. The “hey, the baby came out, so why is this thing still floppy and huge” belly. I am OK with it, it serves one very important purpose. It keeps me from seeing my C-section scar. The scar is so low that I really cannot see it under there at all.

I remember the belly after the twins were born too. I delivered vaginally then and my stomach was an impressively deflated balloon. When they sent me home, they told me to soak the tub once a day, for the benefit of my episiotomy scar. I did, and discovered that the skin on my stomach floated. I yelled for BAGD to come in the bathroom quickly! I guess he thought I fell or something, I just wanted him to see how cool it is to see your stomach bobbing by on the bathtub current, seemingly not connected to the rest of you. He thought it was interesting, but not the kind of thing you yell from the tub for.

So, of course, that belly went away and things returned to normal. Normal for me is average American woman normal. Size 10-14 depending on the clothing item. Able to do 25 or so crunches on the machine at the gym. Unable to rest a piece of pie on my stomach while I watch TV at night. Feeling good. That is my goal for this time around, but I am not stressed about it. I am, however, excited that if things do not go well, I can offer a medical reason for it.

Ready? According to my OB…..I have a big uterus.

My big uterus, created by Pookie and Geetle, is what led to my emergency C-section this time. Apparently with so much room to swim in there, once my water broke, the baby and her cord raced for the opening and the cord came out first. Prolapsed cord= emergency C-section.

So, my uterus is big and will always be big. Next time I can’t find a pair of jeans that fit, I will remember that. I am not fat, I am big-uterused.