I woke up doing some affirmations because I knew it was going to be a beautiful day. I refused to stare at the four walls of my living room while people were outside...living. So I told myself over and over, "I WILL go to Jimbo's house. I WILL go to Jimbo's house", and I did. Spencer the Hooligan got dressed up in his green duds (he's Irish on both mommy and daddy's sides) and we headed over to his 1st Kegs-n-Eggs.
It was great to be among the living and they're all such good people. I wish I had taken pictures! I think I was just too busy socializing with my peers to be stuck to my phone. Either way, I stayed about 45 minutes which was awesome for me, and then I headed over to my parents' house for a lazy day. The change of scenery was fantastic, even if I just laid on the couch most of the day. Spencer was occupied with a whole team of people to play with. I'm sure he's sick of my mug in his face all the time. And Grandma let him be naked-n-free!
So all in all, it was a success. I didn't just sit at home and let my brain turn to mush from boredom. I didn't let St. Patrick's Day pass us by. And when I got home and Todd got home from work, we had a mini-cookout. But it was amazing to me how doing pretty much nothing all day (or nothing that took any real energy or effort) could wipe me out. I need to take this all very slowly. I can't take any more set backs! I need the 2nd trimester surge...and hopefully, in 2 weeks, I'll get it!
That reminds me...I'm 12 weeks today! Not too much to say about 12 weeks really.
Genetic/Chromosomal/Invasive testing in 3 days. Hopefully I can make it that long without my head falling off. Something that also helped secure my ever-wobbling head was an e-mail I got from the speech therapist. I e-mailed her to make sure I really knew what was what...to make sure Spencer really isn't lagging behind. She said he has the skills he needs for a child his age so...whew! So far, so good in that department! One thing I don't have to worry about...yet.