We did Spencer's IEP. He didn't qualify for the district preschool. Not delayed enough to qualify as special needs. I was actually quite relieved at this. I just wasn't ready for him to go to preschool four days a week. I also had gotten a really bad vibe from the teacher, kinda like 'no more kids in my classroom' being radiated from every cell in her body lol. As a teacher, I understand completely. As a parent, I wanted to slap her for automatically assuming that Spencer would be a burden. She was instrumental in making the decision that he didn't belong in the preschool. I'm certain that it will be for the best.
He did qualify for services, hence the IEP. So he'll get speech therapy through the school, in addition to our private therapy. And he has an itinerate teacher assigned to him that will monitor his progress at whatever preschool we put him in to make sure he's meeting his IEP goals (which are simply to improve communication skills).
We found a preschool that was recommended by numerous people and checked it out on Tuesday. Spencer will start on Monday. I'm so excited for him. I hope it goes well. I'm kinda nervous though. All the worry that I put behind me will be brought back. Will he adjust well? Or will the huge change pull forward some quirks that seem to have gone by the way side? I'm trying really hard to squash the worry monster and relax. So we'll see what happens...
The diet is still going well. There is leftover pizza sitting on the counter right now. And I'm not touching it. I made it for Mike and the kids for dinner. I had a dinner planned, but Mike is sick and wanted frozen pizza. I ate leftovers of a chicken, spinach and penne bolognese I made the other night and one piece of pizza. I'm not denying myself the pizza. If I was hungry, I would eat some. But I'm not hungry. Not biologically anyway. Emotionally, I'm craving the hell out of it, but I refuse to eat it just because it's there. I've been unhappy with my body for too long, and I'm tired of it. So that's where I am. I've gotten a pedometer and been constantly surprised by the numbers, both high and low. I ordered a heart rate monitor tonight. I'm using calorieking.com to track calories and it drives me crazy that I work so hard to weigh my food and get precise numbers only to guess at how much I might have burned working out. It's more a novelty than anything, I'm a numbers person and I like 'researching' lol.
So that's it for news. Rachel is doing well. She talks all the time. Cries a lot, tons of drama. Such a little girl. She sat today and fed and rocked her baby, then tried to change his diaper. She's amazing. I'm really looking forward to the time we'll have together when Spencer is at preschool. I'm thinking of signing her ups for gymnastics. I want to wait until Spencer is settled and we know that the preschool thing will work out.
Mike is sick. He's having a scan tomorrow of his intestines, the doc is concerned that he has an infection. I hope he's okay.