Where the Wild Things Aren't

I feel as though I have been in a sort of slow motion since I started my stims 2 months ago. I have been hestitant to overextert myself, and the exhuastion of the first trimester has made it hard to be social let alone have a have a full-fledged social life. Halloween rolled around with little fanfare this year. In years past, I have gone to the parade or out with friends then out to the bars. This year, I didn't think I would gather the energy to hand out candy to my friend's kid. But as the day wore on, I started to rally. At 6:30, I put on some make-up, dug out an old wig and went out on the town. Well, we stolled the neighborhood looking at the creative decorations and then we went to dinner about two subway stops from our house. Anything further would have worn me out.

It was a warm night for the end of October and there were loads of families out on the street in costumes trick-or-treating at the local businesses. We sat outside for dinner and overcame the light drizzle with a heavy duty umbrella. It felt like old times except for the virgin fruit spritzer and the bloating after about 5 bites of my saurbraten. We were home long before 9, and curled up on the couch to watch a movie. Thankfully with the time change, we earned an extra hour because after all of the excitement and partying into the night, I mean, evening, I needed it.