So I did the thing I said I wouldn't do. I asked Miss Jen (speech therapist) if we had anything to 'worry' about. She said no. She can't officially say no because of liability and her job and such, but she said that she deals all day long with kids who have something wrong-wrong, and she doesn't see it in Spencer. So why is my stomach in knots again??? She said that in the end she thinks he will just have a delay. I think I'm just freaking a little as the March 10th appt gets closer. On the way to therapy we pass the new Ikea. It has a sign in the window that say's opening March 12th. I keep thinking that's pretty soon and then immediately feeling the panic rise about this March 10th eval. I know that he's fine. Even if he's not, he's not going to change or be different from who he is. I'm not going to lose him. I just know that they'll say he's probably fine, but come back in a year just to be absolutely sure and I'll not be able relax still. I just want them to say he's fine. I guess no one can do that until he starts talking in earnest. Jen did say we need to work on his eye contact which I thought was fine. I guess she means him 'connecting' when he's responding like saying good-bye or something. She also suggested that I get him out and around more other kids. When he's been around other kids his age though, some have tried to interact with him and others not. On Friday the little girl that was older than him couldn't have cared less about him. She just played at the kitchen the whole time. We'll be going to playgroup again tomorrow. I'm so sick of worrying. I can feel it starting for Rachel too. God, I just want the anxiety to go away. I never used to be like this...