I am feeling really good. On Wednesday I washed laundry, ran almost three miles, schooled four children, had a Russian class, baked six loaves of bread, folded and put away the laundry I washed, sliced and put away the six loaves of bread I had baked that day, cooked dinner, fed the children, cleaned dinner up, and took a nap. All before seven in the evening.
It has been a long, long time since I've had a day like that and I had forgotten how great it felt to get a lot of stuff done and still have enough energy to be happy about it at the end.
William is sleeping through the night and so I can get a solid seven hours of sleep which hasn't happened in months. No longer do I have to drag myself out of bed every time my deepest sleep is disturbed by the soul-sucking cry of a hungry baby in the middle of the night. I can close my eyes at night without wondering how long it would be before I had to open them again. The sleep-deprived haze of the first six weeks has cleared and it's amazing.
I'm not pregnant and so when I do sleep I can actually sleep without rolling over twenty times a night and waking up to go the bathroom a couple of times. And when I'm awake I can do amazing things like bend over, hold children on my lap, and not bite people's heads off when they ask me to do things like tie their shoes or wipe their bottoms. Waddling through my day is now a distant memory.
And to top it off, I have the miracle of Synthroid. The symptoms of hypothyroidism crept up so slowly that I'm not sure when I wasn't suffering from it, but I know that they were noticeable a year and a half ago. It's great to climb stairs without having to stop halfway through to catch my breath, run faster than Brandon's walk, and not need an hour nap each day just to function.
I suppose I can thank the last year and a half of feeling some level of exhausted constantly for helping me feel so happy about being normal again. But really, it's great to be one hundred percent functional!