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Let's Talk About Sex, Baby

After a mere 4 days on Long Island with my parents while Chez Glamamom's floors were re-sanded and stained this past week, my mother's farewell included, "Good luck with that one."

She was referring to Sebastian, not Mapuche or the new baby, in case that isn't obvious. My Bubba sure knows how to leave an impression! I'd like to think he gets that from me.

The floors look amazing, by the way. New York Wood Flooring did a phenomenal job and I highly recommend them if you're in the NYC-area.

In baby news, we had our 20-week ultrasound and finally got a good look at our newest family member in progress.

20 weeks

I'm relieved that the baby appears to be developing normally, although the doctor reminded us that there are no guarantees. I'd been DYING to know the sex since the minute I discovered I was pregnant so of course we inquired and...

Sex Announcement

It's a BOY!

The hot pink stands alone. Well, Bubba would probably paint himself pink too but let's use the stereotypical pink v. blue for demonstration purposes.

I'm disappointed we're not having a girl, mainly because I always imagined I would and well, I don't need to write a post about how amazing girls are, but I'm certainly not disappointed to be having another boy. Two delicious Bubbas makes my heart swell beyond measurement. Neither Leo nor I grew up with same sex siblings so the idea of brothers delights us to no end. And yes, I will be dressing them in matching outfits, like dolls, for my own amusement. The dog too.

Others aren't shy about wanting a girl for us either. As soon as they realize we already have a son, the inevitable response is, "Oh a girl would be nice." Even the ultrasound technician inquired before delivering the news, as if it were somehow part of the equation. So I guess from that standpoint, my little family is looking a bit...macho.

Perhaps I'm not as affected by the sex revelation as I thought I would be because my pregnancy concerns this time around feel a lot heavier. I'm older (35 this summer) and have a better sense of what to expect once the baby is born. Or maybe I've been too bogged down by existing family obligations and a delicate husband that's been dramatically ill not once but twice in the past month. And when I write "dramatically ill," I mean his coping mechanism, not the severity of the illnesses.

When I do manage to focus on our impending arrival, I can't control the dizzying thought of being pregnant and swollen throughout the summer while wrangling a toddler, potty training, and starting preschool. How will Sebastian adjust to being a big brother? How will Leo and I manage two when we feel so overwhelmed by one? Sleepless nights? Time away from work? Apartment/city living? I know The Secret is to keep these negative thoughts at bay and imagine us running through a poppy field clad in white but the "what-ifs" keep creeping up everywhere I turn.

On another positive note, my pregnancy symptoms have mostly subsided and I'm beginning to feel like myself again. I'm hoping the second trimester wind will help me relax more, count my blessings, and focus on getting everything in order, one step at a time. That, and I'm headed to Key Biscayne this week for the Mom 2.0 Summit. How does that saying go? "If all else fails, sun yourself and drink mocktails?"

I know, I know, it's a rough life. And now, in my predominantly male family, I feel even more obliged to glam it up.

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