Preggo, working and tired

I am tired. Just plain tired. The worries that I had today are either forgotten or pushed underneath the rug of life to resurface at some point.

I spent all day at my desk doing paperwork. Oh, how I longed to be outside with the kids even though it was hot outside. I wished to share in the merriment and fun of their first day of camp. I was just reorganizing my desk back to its normal and tidy manner. While taking phone calls about camp and getting all the kids situated in their groups. Thank goodness for the help I had for I don't believe I would have gotten that done if not for them.

I'm 27 weeks pregnant and I feel pretty big. Thank goodness I am done fighting my pre-preggo clothes because those always made me feel huge. I'm loving the maturity clothes and I am not sure I will easily relinquish my claim on them after I am done with my pregnancy. They are just so comfy!

I have to take my Glucose Test tomorrow and I am not looking forward to that. One because I have to leave work for an hour at the minimum and I don't like leaving grounds during camp. Even though I know my director is fine with it. Second, does figuring out I have prego diabetes going to make a HUGE a different in my last three months. Probably does but I am just tired of all these tests and being prodded for blood. It's my blood, STOP poking me.

Also, does anyone hate vitamins as much as I do? I know their are women out there having a hard time with the vitamins making them sick. So, I should feel blessed, being that I am not in that prego boat, but it is just so hard for me to "swallow" those pills. Uhhh... I strongly dislike them. They are the things I dread most about my day. I get them out of their bottles and have every intention of taking them with my breakfast. Than I run out the door in a made rush because I'm running late sticking them in my pocket. Throughout the day, I feel them as a consistent reminder that I need to take them. With good intentions, I say to myself that I am going to take them with lunch. No success. They travel back home with me and maybe... eat them with dinner. No success. In the end, the wash machine would have a very healthy baby if it could reproduce.