Here I Go Again..

Sooo...where to start? WHERE to Start..
Let's see..
1. I am 9 weeks and 3 days pregnant..and if I could hibernate like a bear, I would. In the spring, I would crawl out of my tree hole with a new fluffy cub and that would be that. Seriously, I could sleep the next 7 1/2 months away with no problem.
I do not remember being this tired with Keegan. Does this mean I'm having twins?
You would think so from the size of my boobs..Sheesh..
In any case, we are very happy about it..Keegan will be a good big brother..and I only miss wine every 20 minutes rather than every other minute like last time.
2. Our first ultrasound two days ago showed the baby's heart beating and estimated my pregnancy at 8 weeks 2 days. Uhhhh...wait a minute. Suddenly I am going backwards. I have decided not to believe in the miracle of modern medicine at THIS time and stand by my firm conviction that I have been pregnant 9 weeks. Look, I was the one buying and taking pregnancy tests like some kind of addict. I should know when I first saw the plus sign..except that I couldn't tell if it was a plus sign so Will had to go and buy the PREGNANT/NOT PREGNANT test, just so we could make sure.
3. Dr. Doolittle is at it again. I LOVE him..he reminds me of my brother if my brother had decided to be an OB..kind of absent-minded, low-key, playing jazz and smoking a joint. I know it isn't good to think about the doctor in charge of your health and your baby's health smoking a joint, but I think it gives him that calm, cool, bedside manner. I don't even mind that he gave Will a fist bump at our first appointment on our very quick conception. "Congrats Man" (fist bump fist bump).
Yes, let Will and Ol' Doc Doolittle think it's all about the swimmers.. really I don't care. I am just glad to have him back again and hopefully he won't walk by our appointment room too many times before he realizes we're his next patients. (Sigh)
4. We are shopping for new daycare. I DON'T EVEN FEEL LIKE TALKING ABOUT IT. But our present daycare, who I loved OF COURSE has decided she no longer wants infants because the last one cried so much. This is a little bit like me saying I no longer want middle school girls in my classroom because they are catty, bratty and attitudinal ( I just made that word up). But I think you get my analogy. How does one work with children and then decided to eliminate a whole ENTIRE age population just because they cry??? Isn't that what babies DO????
Will is interviewing this time. I refuse. I will find something wrong with every single one of them even if it's just that I don't like their carpeting.
Sooo...I kind of feel like we are back in the saddle again and even though I don't have as much time to write this time because I am busy with my 2 1/2 year old who likes to say things like: "I do it by mineself!" making him sound like a small Hitler, I think I should find some time pre or post naps to at least have some of this baby's journey blogged.
Here we go again..Yahoo!!!