Signs are a tell all...

This life has sure been one hell of a ride. Things go well and sometimes too well (which to me is a sign of bad things to come) and things go bad, but everyday is a new ride. I for one think I'm pretty damn lucky to be living the life I lead and sometimes I'm the crazy ass that tries to just push it over the edge. You know try to do way to much at one time. For instance for some unGodly reason I thought I could be effin super mom. LMAO Boy was I wrong and the universe sure had a different idea of what I should be doing and where I should be doing it at!

Lets see I became a new mom and I'm already a housewife that does the cooking cleaning and all that fun shit. I'm also a student, which I need to be (or at least in my mind I need to be) and I do this as full time as I can. This means two to three classes per ten week with no break in between! Then I've been trying to volunteer on base and that sure the hell isn't going well. Its hard to do when you only have one car and you're dear hubby thinks the always needs it! Then I decided to get a job.

The job would be working on base in the evenings at the movie theater. Yes, simple enough. I got the interview way quicker than I had ever anticipated and got the job literally on the spot. Okay cool right?!? Wrong. I'm the dumb ass that forgot all about our post placement and had to cancel two nights in a row. Never really got my work schedule anyhow it was just a day by day thing I guess until I started, so needless to say that was a shitty start to a new job. So then I'm told they'll get back to me and I'm told just drop my stuff so when I do so I agree to try to make things work out with the new supervisor and I start that Wednesday. I work and try to learn what to do what not to do, which isn't that hard after all since its just a movie theater. (Plus the hubby was far from thrilled when he figured out I'd be home around 10pm so that didn't go over too well either) I get home from my first night. I eat dinner go to bed and wake up at 1:45 am with the worst, painful, migraine I have ever had and I've had some that I thought were the worst ever! I run to the bathroom where I proceed to puke my brains out. Like disgustingly violent, nasty vomiting. This continues to happen about every half hour to the point that my throat is so raw that I start puking up blood. Its was disgusting to say the least and I just wanted to die or have someone put me out of my misery!

The hubby calls to work the next morning (he's been up all night as well at his point) and tells them he has to take me to the doctor, which he does (and we were there a long ass time). I'm still puking when he takes me in and I'm carrying around my white trash can and everyone is looking at me like I'm a lunatic. My hair is beyond a mess. I look like he picked me up off the side of the road and it was just bad. My throat is beyond raw, by this time my whole body hurts from all the puking and lying on the floor. I haven't really talked much until I get to the docs office and now I find out that I'm losing my effin voice from it all. They do this blood pressure test, where I have to stand, sit, lay down and they say you're too dehydrated to leave. I get put in a treatment room hooked up to an IV, I get a shot in my ass for the pain, some meds in my IV to make me stop puking and I have to sit there through two bags of solution. I start to feel better prob cause I'm actually keeping some fluid down. I'm totally week, tired, can't talk and whole body hurts and I'm suppose to work that night. Yeah right! The next day I just feel shitty and still tired and week and after taking care of our little prince there isn't much I can do. I can finally talk by Saturday but I'm so behind in life that its not even worth thinking about work anymore. So needless to say the job was short lived, but I am one of those crazy ass people who believe in signs and when the job didn't work out the first time I should have known then it wasn't meant to be but of course I had to test fate and the bitch put me in the clinc hooked up to an IV. That was the last sign I needed cause who knows what would have happened next!

Now I have this nasty ass bruise on my arm with a needle puncture. My throat is still a bit nutso, but I feel almost completely better (my stomach is still arguing with me though), but I am not even going to attempt working again. I think someone bigger than myself is telling to stay the fuck home with my child!

Our Prince (picture debut!)

Well our little prince charming decided he was going to be impatient and decided to come ahead of schedule which threw all our plans out the window. We get a phone call from our agency saying hey your BM is in labor and then a few minutes later oh now don't worry about it was false and she'll give birth in a couple to a few weeks like planned. I didn't trust what they said so I called every mama I knew and asked a billion questions and they all told me go now you're having a baby, so we took their advice and we were going to fly into my home so my mom could come up with us. The hubby got off more time from work (thankfully they worked with him!) and we bought our plane tickets and packed to leave the next day. Thirties minutes after we have all our plans they call us and they're like she's having the baby now! They are driving her to the hospital when they call us and so we changed our plans and paid a buttload more to get our tickets diverted to there. She didn't break her water thankfully or our little prince would have been born in their van! She is at the hospital and within 15 minutes he's born.

We start traveling on the next flight out of there and we get there almost two days later or at least it feels like it! I'm not really sure how all that works with all the crazy time changes and what not, but we finally make it there. We search for our luggage, find our rental car, and try to figure out our GPS and of course it won't put the effin address so we can find our way to the agency. I think we had to drive pass the place a good three to four times (and we don't have a phone since ours are Italian and don't work there) so we finally stop at a hotel and ask for a phone book and a phone and they work with us. We are up the road from the place. We get there hop into their van (and of course in all the crazy my camera gets left in our car) and head straight to the hospital.

We are being told all about everything that went on while we were traveling. Everything went well, healthy BM, healthy baby, so all is good. We are jet lagged, tired, and excited, and it still doesn't feel real. We get to the hospital go to the nursery and I'm just looking at all these babies. My hubby points at one little boy and says that ours son. Thats him right now I'll bet you anything. I turn and ask which one is our little boy and our case worker points at the same little man! Daddy knew his little boy and it was the greatest thing ever! We are finally shown our little man and they hand him to us. Within seconds we go from being two to being three and a real family. I don't even know how to explain how it felt...surreal...a dream...I didn't cry which I'm surprised about. (of course there are no pics for these first encounters and I'm truly sad about this, but I can post his first ever pic. You know the ones the hospital takes and then really over charges you for).

Prince Charming (the light of our world)

6 lbs. 4 oz

20 in. long

After this we put him in his carseat and head back to the agency where we spend a little time filling out paperwork and then we're on our way. It was so weird. Definitely weird to just walk out with this little life and for him to truly be our son (ok so its not officially official yet but soon enough he's still in our care). I don't even know how to explain it. One minute we're just us and then the next we're parents. Trying to figure out if he's hungry or cold or hot or uncomfortable. Is he suppose to be making that face, who's goign to hold him, telling each other to be careful cause he's so tiny. Deciding if the name we picked for him before we knew him was really his name and yes it was! It means God's gift which I think is perfect for our situation! It was crazy and new and we were just simply in awe by this gorgeous little person we were now in charge of!

Mommy feeding our prince his first bottle. We had to stop at a nearby place to feed him cause he started screaming. Luckily there was a sonic cause daddy was hungry as well.

He's already mean muggin the world.

It really is the greatest life changing experience any person can go through. He is the light of our life even when he's cranky and won't take his effin' nap! He is now almost three months to the day and has changed so much right before our eyes. Its simply amazing how fast your children really do grow. He can hold his head up, do many pushes, grab things, he babbles on like no tomorrow, and so many other little things that we are just amazed to watch. He now has the curliest softest hair you could ever imagine. We have been truly blessed with this experience and this amazing baby boy. He sleeps through the night and no not like five or six hours more like 8, 9 and even 10 hours a night! He doesn't fuss unless he has a real reason too. I'll post a few more pics just so you can see how much he's grown and changed.

Our Prince and his Grandma and Great Grandma

Baby Boy and his Auntie from Arizona

Sleeping in his pack and play in Michigan

Boys Rock Girls Drool!

At home in Italy with his favorite quilt our friend made.

Getting loved on by daddy after work! The cutest thing ever!