"Mommy, your stomach is big."

Mattie has been telling me lately that she thinks my stomach is big.  (Thanks for the complement, Mattie!)  I really didn't get why she was telling me this.  I didn't think my tummy was that much bigger than normal.  I certainly could lose a little more of my post-baby belly, but it's not that bad. (So I thought.) Well, this morning, as I was snuggling with her in her bed, she told me again that my tummy was big.  This time I responded with, "You know, Mattie, I actually don't want my tummy to be big.  Do you really think my tummy is that big?"  Then the truth came out.  "Well," she said, "if your tummy is big then it means my wish came true and that there is a baby in your tummy and I will get a baby sister." OHHH!  Now it is very clear.  She *wants* my tummy to big because she *wants* there to be a baby in it.  Sigh.  It was like a dagger in my heart.   Her "wish come true?"  If she only understood how I wanted her to have a brother or sister.  I am sad for her... and for me, too.