Today, I was talking to a friend whom I hadn't been in touch with for a while.
An orthodontist now after spending a few years in the UK, she's also divorced and single again.
When I hear of my peers and even juniors going overseas to for further studies to be specialists, I sometimes feel a tinge of regret.
Maybe it's just the travel bug in me.
Should I have taken up that offer to fly with SIA, how different my life would be today.
Then I hear the sweetest voice calling "Mummyyyyyyy" and I snap back into reality.
Nope, I'm thankful for what I have. I wouldn't trade my wonderful husband and kids for another degree or free travel around the world. I'm happy washing butts and picking up toys. Stretch marks, a flabby tummy and droppy boobs are ok.
My husband said he'll still love me even if I weigh 300lbs. (I asked him this while watching The Biggest Loser)