Oh, brother!

As I suggested a couple of posts ago, the second time around as an expectant mama is quite different. You're busy following the new developments of your first, and likely just trying to keep up. And there's a little less mystery. You've been through this before and much of what you're experiencing is at least somewhat familiar. And you know what's coming. Now and then you stop and try to remember. Did that come earlier this time? Or, that's a little different. But I, for one, am far less worried about little things, though, I think I was not so worried during pregnancy the first time as I was after Tweetie arrived.
When you're waiting for your first, you take in all the information you can get from books and websites, friends and strangers, hoping to prepare yourself. You listen to everyone's theories about whether boys are easier than girls or vice versa, their experiences and perspectives on everything from breastfeeding to setting up the nursery.
With the second, I've found the weeks and months slipping past. I'm only days away from the halfway marker in this pregnancy. Lots of things are different, and I have to wonder what other surprises are in store. Tweetie's been a sweetheart from the start, but being a mother is still the hardest job I've ever done. How will I handle the second, especially if this one's a little less considerate.
And for the last week and a half, I've had a new set of questions running through my mind. Like, how will raising a little boy be different from my little girl?

Yup, it's official. Tweetie's getting a little brother. I won't post the picture showing that equipment, though it's pretty unmistakable. You can see, however, from this shot of the little guy's profile (let's call him Sylvester until we meet him in person) that he's also fully equipped with the same cheeks as his big sister.