Sorting myself out

I must admit during the period of my pregnancy, I felt totally inadequate. I had limited clothes to wear to start with. Let's face it, maternity clothes aren't the fanciest you can find. Plus they're terribly overpriced so I didn't wanna buy too many. Shoes wise, I was wearing what i term as 'auntie' shoes. No heels whatsoever, just boring, ugly maternity shoes.

Now that it's all over and done with, I'm slowly ironing out my so-called inadequacies. I've started going back for my facials. I also spent a bomb on my skincare products which now comprise some extra items for eyecare (I'm worried I'm gonna have a perpetual 'panda-eyed' look). I did some massages (post natal ones as well as a relaxing back massage), bought new clothes (because I couldn't fit into most of my clothes anymore!) and finally today, got a much needed hair treatment and a trim too.

I cleared out my shoe racks and wardrobes. My next mission is to clear up some junks I've been keeping for years. I've changed from being a 'collector' to a minimalist. I now subscribe to the belief that less is more. I'm really into a spring-cleaning mood in the last couple of weeks. Only thing is, it isn't easy with baby around. I just can't get things done in one straight sitting.

I guess the clearing up will be an on-going project for me. But for today, it's time to call it a night.

It's hard to say goodbye

Today, she left us for a better home.

It's been 11 months since we first took her home, when she was just a 2+ month old puppy. I carried her in my arms during the drive home. She was just a tiny little thing then. In the last 11 months that followed, she has grown to her full adult size.

During the time when she was with us, she has learned a few simple tricks, learned to love Prue, Piper and Phoebe and be loved in return.

Since I got pregnant, I was "banned" from taking care of all of them. So you might think there's no deep bond whatsoever. Plus the fact that I'm more a cat person than a dog person. And yet, when her new owners came to pick her up today, I couldn't control the tears.

She licked me on the face to say goodbye, but I could not utter the word "goodbye" to her. All I said was "See you, Pretty". It's a small comfort that her new owners gave us an open invitation to visit her whenever we want.

Ray tells me I shouldn't be sad because she will be loved and pampered as much as she deserves to be. I do feel better knowing that for a fact. She certainly deserves the attention and love which we couldn't provide anymore since the arrival of the baby.

This is my first time parting with a pet. It's an awful feeling. But like they say, if you love somebody, you have to set them free. Ray is right, we can't be selfish. She deserves to be happy and we will be happy for her too.

Farewell, Pretty.