I have not blog much because life is mudane for the moment... Not on at the peak nor is it at the bottom.
Mutt is still good although his leg is still weak but it doesnt stop him from snopping around and trying to play puppy eyes with you when you are chewing anything in the mouth. I so love love love him... =)As usual weekends revolve around him and we sneak to Jones for brunches with him at time and I secretly think he enjoys it lots since he will be served with a water bowl as well. He no long jogs and gallops now but still can walk around like a old man inflicted with arithis. He gives me scares once in a while when he attempt to chew on his legs to ease the pain but I think otherwise he is pretty okay. See this pretty cutie pie picture of him. Although he is a mutt with no confirmed breed he is the prettiest dog in my opinion *smirking like a proud parent*
This is the final month after the miscarriage where I rest. I can try and get pregnant again.. Bittersweet because I realize my stupid ovulation is dragging way too long but the gynaes I went to and yes I went for a stupid 2nd opinion from a gynae at SGH where they give you the bottom feeder of the trainees who yield absolutely nothing constructive and waste my time, money and patience!!!! Dr Heng is good but just too busy to entertain such a patient like me with these miscarriage records but she still seems like the ideal one... On another hand all the checks and even the DNA checks reveal we are okay and we were such doggone unlucky in all 3 pregnancies.
The fear of being pregnant and seeing blood scares me worlds end. I just dont know if I can take it a 4th time. On another hand I saw a lady on the forum with the same case with me right down to the fact on how she mc eventually etc and she finally have a lovely girl now! I so want that!!! I want my Reese! eventually my Bree and my Kay if they cant be girls I would also love my Rhys and really I have not even think much of boys name... Okay I am counting on blank cheques... ignore me because I get carry away...
Work is atrocious now because the I know the leech have been complaining to the boss about me. How I know because the boss tells me.... how apt! I couldnt believe a male in his 30s will stoop to the antics of a school girl in highschool! If he didnt have children I would thought he was ball-less....What a piece of chicken shit and I feel so relief after I told his boss.. look I am here to work and not interested in playing all these little games simply because I have no time. If he want to be unprofessional be my guest. On another hand I am due for a small reshuffle of duties to take on something else so am looking for it but due to the chicken shit I am having second thoughts abt start going for interviews.
Just my luck to be associated with such craps
