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Have you ever heard that phrase, "Stop the crazy!  I want to get off?"  Maybe not.  Maybe that's just something weird I've heard around my youth group.  But I admit, I feel like yelling it now and again.

The past few days, weeks, (months?), have been so busy.  There has been work on our new house since pretty much the beginning of July.  First floor, almost done.  Nice.  Second floor?  Opens up on Monday and we start.. all... over...   Actually, it hopefully won't be as bad because we won't be pulling down any obnoxious wallpaper.  Instead, we will be refurbishing a broken-down bath and redoing floors.  Joy!  Add into this mix a week away at CIY and a baby who still isn't sure if she's willing to "get back on schedule" and well, it does feel pretty crazy around here.

But here's the big news: it's gonna get even crazier.  We're expecting again.  YES!  Baby Kemper #2 is due in April.  (Speaking of which, I really need to call the dr.'s office....)  Which, of course, limits how much I can actually help work on our own apartment at the new house.  But then, maybe that's good.  Maybe I should start packing on the days they're using noxious chemicals.

So, yes, I'm tired, really tired, and I have lots to do.  And a baby who barely sleeps anymore.  (Or eats, if the past few days are any indication.  Joy.)  Thankfully, though, sickness hasn't hit yet.  I'd like to think it won't be as bad as last time, but... I don't know that will be true.  I've heard your symptoms often worsen with each pregnancy.  Again, joy.  Maybe we should rethink the number of kids we want?  (Kidding!  Mostly.)