I am proud of a few things today. For the last week Brigham has been practicing "reading"(he knows it by heart, so reading it isn't really required) a book to me in preparation for taking it to school and "reading" it to his class. The exercise is to help them feel comfortable getting up in front of others. He backed out yesterday because his fears got the best of him, but decided today was the day. He even asked in his prayers if Heavenly Father could help him be brave (another proud moment). I went into his class and watched from the back as he "read" the kids his story. He did such a great job!! I was one proud mama!! When I came home I went to work on cleaning the house while Caleb and Gavin watched a show. I was amazed at how much I got done in the short amount of time, and that it didn't totally wipe me out royally for the rest of the day. Proud me moment!! I vacuumed the bedrooms and hallway, swept the kitchen floor, and cleaned 2 of the 3 bathrooms(i.e. counters, sinks, toilets). What an accomplishment for a 33 week pregnant women and mommy of three!! (i am patting myself on the back right now:)) It even gets better. Then I got myself ready for the day and my sister-in-law brought her 4 year old triplets over to play/eat lunch/take to school, and I didn't loose my cool!!. I know I am probably starting to sound a little smug at this point, but if you could just understand how I have felt for the past few weeks, you would get it. Let's just say this, I went to my 33 week visit yesterday and it went something like this:
Doctor: How are you feeling?
me: I am so tired all the time!!
Doctor: Oh, well I bet you are anemic
--checks chart--Yep, you are. Take some iron pills.
me: Oh......
I wish I would have known that info a little sooner. I have been dying I have been so tired. Anyway, hence my proud reaction to all of my insignificant accomplishments. I will stop now.