First Day of School! That's right, yesterday Fraser had his very first day of "school" ever. At the beginning of the month I had Fraser evaluated by the early intervention program because his verbal expression seemed to be lagging behind his peers. A team came in to do the evaluation and, although he scored "age appropriate" in 5 of the 6 areas tested, his expressive language scored in the 11 month age range, so he qualifies for intervention for a year. Basically this means we will be having a speech pathologist come to the house to work with him once a week for an hour and we will be going to "group session" (aka "school") once a week for two hours.

Fraser was a little shy when we first got to school (that lasted about 2 minutes) and then he was off playing with all the different toys. The macaroni table and toy kitchen were by far his favorites. His art project was to color a cut out of a school bus, which he did but only after making it very clear that he would have much preferred to color directly on the table instead. They served goldfish crackers for snack, one of Fraser favorite things in the world, so he was pretty convinced by that point that the place was okay. So "okay", in fact, that he had a total crying meltdown at the end because he didn't want to leave.

It was a big day of learning for mommy as well. First, I learned that I do in fact look 9+ months pregnant at this point. I will spare you the details, but suffice to say the other two mothers and one grandmother there all agreed that I am huge and could be due any day now. This was particularly impressive since one of the women was the mother of triplets, and one must assume that if anyone could be an expert on pregnant and humongous it would be her. I went home and checked myself out closely in the full length mirror (for probably the first time since June) and am forced to conclude they may be on to something. I even went so far as to dig out the pictures of my last pregnancy and do a little comparative analysis. I'm less swollen this time around, so I definitely am not as large as I was in my last month, but there is no denying am larger than I was at week 29.

Second, I learned that I am perhaps being somewhat of a wuss as I am getting fairly worked up about how I can possibly handle two kids 18 months apart. I mean, the mother of triplets has three kids who are zero months apart and she was totally able to (1) remember their names and (2) carry on a conversation without drooling on herself. In all fairness though, the triplets are almost two years old, and I never met the woman when they were babies.