Apparently I'm going to have alot of time on my hands, at least until the little bambino comes. Of course I can volunteer through the Red Cross (and they are very excited about having me!), but that doesn't start until mid March and after I finish the all orientation steps.
I didn't get the health promotion officer job here on base. The boss was gracious enough to call me and explain why I didn't get it. Someone else interviewed that was PERFECT for the spot and they couldn't pass that up. It makes sense and I'm happy that things worked out for that position. Still a little sad that I didn't get the spot though.
I always dreamed of being a stay-at-home mom, but I didn't know how hard it would be. At least being a stay-at-home wife at this point, and in a foreign country. I feel like a prisoner. Of course it's not really the case as hubby says I can go home to the states anytime I want, but it just wouldn't be the same. Not without him and our own place at least.
Friends say this is all called culture shock. I hope this horrible-ness doesn't last too long!