Wednesday, January 27, 2010

Role Reversal

I am in a new, different kind of situation than I would say about 95% of women, at least American women, are or have ever been in. I, sort of, play the role of the husbnd in my household. Let me husband works 24 hour shifts, but then has 72 hours off in between. I work Monday-Friday mostly daytime (very early daytime) hours. Since Chase has so much time off, he takes care of most of the cleaning around our house. He is here most mornings to get the girls ready for school. He cooks every meal (he's really good at that). And he waits on me hand and foot if I let him. Before I became pregnant, he would usually have a cocktail waiting on me when I came in the door. Now, I on the other hand, go to work very early in the morning. I am on my feet most of the day. I listen to all kinds of noise all day long, i.e. monitors beeping, people crying or moaning, laughter, griping, doctors yelling or play some horrible music in their procedure get the idea. So, when I come home, especially now that I am pregnant and exhausted, I don't really like alot of noise. I really just want to eat and do nothing else. I want to eat alot these days. And I want to do nothing else alot these days! Oh, sure I help the girls with their homework and I do usually some sort of laundry every day but the rest of my house is always clean because Chase maintains it so well and there's not much else to do.

Most women would really love that scenario, right? And I do love it but I am starting to feel a little useless or at the very most, like a paycheck. Of course no one inflicts these feelings on me. But as a female, it's really hard to give up control over so many "female/wife/mother" roles in the house. Especially when I was responsible for all of it myself for soooooo long without any help whatsoever. At first it was great. Like a vacation. But now I am finding myself grumpy because I don't feel as important, that I am replaceable, and I can now identify with many husbands out there who complain about their wives and kids! For instance, if Chase and the girls have had some issue to resolve such as getting up in the morning and getting dressed and to school on time, I wasn't present that morning so I don't know what's going on and all I hear is Chase complaining to me about it or Chase and the girls complaining to each other about it and I just want to sit down and have dinner in peace and quiet! Doesn't that sound like most of your husbands?!! It's crazy! I feel like my first marriage taught me how to be a good wife (too good) and now this marriage is trying to teach me how to be a good husband! Next thing you know, my family will be looking for me at the bowling alley after work!!

Now I said all this at the risk of sounding completely ungrateful for all of the blessings I have in my life. The truth is I wouldn't trade one second of it for anything else in the world. And maybe I am just emotional right now because I am pregnant. Maybe I have valid points. Probably a litte bit of both is the truth. Chase and I actually balance each other out and compliment each other quite well. Maybe I am just worried because we are having a baby and I am afraid that I won't mean as much to this baby as I did the girls because it's dad is going to be so much more involved than their dad was. It's awesome that our baby is going to have such an amazing father and there won't be a child more blessed in that aspect as ours will be. I just want to be there for our family too.

Why is it always so hard for women to balance a work life and a home life?


Wednesday, January 20, 2010

what you missed this winter

Here are a few pics from December/Early January, mostly from when our computer was on the blink and I couldn't order from most recent to oldest only cause I am still learning how to do this blogging thing!

We are about 90% sure Baby Schriewer is a little boy

Chase and girls at Bass Pro in Grapevine before going to Great Wolf Lodge

My sweet husband and I celebrating our first New Years Eve (first without the kids anyway!)

The girls playing in the snow on Christmas morning after opening their presents

Bailee celebrated her 10th birthday with friends at a sleepover at our house

Chase reuniting with a patient at the new base's Homecoming celebration

Saturday, January 16, 2010

oh, boy! oh, boy!

So I have even more concrete evidence that we are having a little boy. Friday morning we took a test called Intelligender that professes to over 90% accuracy in the lab and 82% in real-life, human error testing. It very clearly said that our baby is, in fact, a boy. But the weirdest part is what happened in the couple of hours leading up to the test-taking.

I felt nauseated Thursday night, so Chase talked me into taking a phenergan and going to bed. So I did. I only woke up once to potty (usually I wake up AT LEAST 4 times) and I was able to fall quickly back asleep. In those 3-4 hours before my alarm went off I had another dream. In this dream I went to our bathroom at our house, took the intelligender test and sat it on the counter to return in 10 minutes and it was an olive green color with particulate floating in it (the test medium, I presume) and matched the color of the strip that says "boy" to a T. If it had been a girl it would have matched the orange strip on the opposite side of the test bottle. Now I have never seen this test used before. I don't know anyone who has used it who could describe what it looks like to me. There are a couple of pictures on the website that show the different variations in color (the boys range from green to brown, girls yellow to orange). So at 4:30 when my alarm went off I jumped up to take the test, got back in bed and waited for the 10 minutes to pass. I went into the bathroom halfway expecting it to say "girl" just to prove all of my superstitions wrong. But it didn't. It looked EXACTLY how it looked in my dream. Spitting image. So I smiled and told Chase (who was, of course, up and waiting the 10 minutes with me) that it says "boy". He said "does it really?" I told him yep and he looked at Andy, our dog who was laying on the floor next to the bed, "Andy, we hit a home run buddy!" And we just smiled and cuddled and laughed.

I hope our son grows up to be just like his daddy.


Friday, January 8, 2010


My Autumn has finally, at the ripe old age of 7 years and 10 months, experienced true remorse. She admitted whole-heartedly that an incident that almost led to a trip to the emergency room for her sister and extensive bathroom remodelling (to a bathroom that has already been almost completely remodelled) was completely, regretably her fault. She actually just sat down next to me and said she has a surprise in her head that she wants to write herself. So here goes...

"i love you very much and iiiii am vvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvveary sorry i broke it."

There you have it. What a great feeling when you can actually see your children absorbing the lessons you have spent so much time and energy trying to teach them. Right before my very eyes!


Wednesday, January 6, 2010

becoming a man

I am just wondering how I am supposed to feel all beautiful and blossoming and radiant when how I am really starting to feel is like I am becoming a man. Here are my symptoms:

1. I have a beer belly. Not a hard little uterine "bump" but a full-fledged, keg-tapping gut.

2. I have hair growing at lightening-fast speeds all over my body.

3. I can belch big enough to make even the biggest trucker in the room tuck tail and run.

4. I have gas. Alot.

5. I actually woke myself up snoring. Like a huge SNORT-like snoring. Like an ogre.

6. Number six is too embarrasing. But it is very man-like. It involves testosterone. Figure it out.

7. See previous post regarding my red meat intake.

8. I am ambivilant to almost anything anyone tells me right now. About anything. Except maybe what my next meal will be.

9. My whole body itches. And I don't mind scratching it. Especially in the morning when I wake up and at night before I go to sleep.

10. This blog is about the only girl past-time I am enjoying. I don't even feel like shopping. See symptom #1. That's why.


Tuesday, January 5, 2010

Baby Schriewer

It's been a was out of commission, holidays, etc. But now I am up and running and can share the good news about Baby Schriewer. He/She is growing by leaps and bounds now and is, according to my latest sonogram yesterday, coming in at 9 weeks, 1 day which puts our due date at August 8, 2010. Which would be pretty cool because then his/her birthday would be 08/08/10 and our anniversary is 05/09/09. (It doesnt' take much to amuse me.) And I learned yesterday that 8/8 is my friend Elizabeth's birthday and one of our favorite girl names right now is Elizabeth and she is gorgeous and smart so that's kinda nice. That's IF it's a girl. BUT...I kinda think it's a boy. Here's why (feedback from expert boy moms is desired):

1. From the time I was about 5 weeks pg, I have wanted nothing but red meat. Every single meal, red meat. With a close second being pinto beans. And cheese.

2. Until about a week ago I wanted nothing sweet at all. No cakes or cookies and I can't tell you in 33+ years when the last time I turned down cake or cookies.

3. My mother has all of her friends actually praying for a boy. I'm not sure if God thinks this is acceptable but, hey, if you don't ask for specific things, you won't get specific answers!

4. Bailee and Autumn thinks it's a boy.

5. When I had a rough day a couple of weeks ago, I spent ALOT of time in tears and praying and I actually had a name on my heart (Eli) just as if I were praying for Bailee and Autumn. If it's a girl, I guess we will have to call her Elizabeth to validate this.

6. Nancy told me it was a boy. I believe everything Nancy Droese tells me. If you knew Nancy you would too.

7. Most of my friends who had boys wanted pinto beans, refried beans and cheeseburgers when they were pg.

8. I had a dream about a week ago that I was in labor in the hospital and Chase was sitting behind me in the bed and I told him to get the nurse because the baby was coming but he couldn't get out of the bed and I looked down and saw the crown of it's head with a little light brown hair and said "it's coming out now!" And the next thing I was looking at was his little package and I started laughing and crying at the same time and said "YES! It IS a BOY!". Then the nurse came running in and acted mad at me because I had the baby without her, threw a cord clamp on his cord and Chase cut it. Then she took him over to the scale and he weighed 7 lbs, 10 oz. She asked me what his name was and I said "Eli Chase". Pretty vivid and specific, huh?

9. Some uh, appetite, and not the one that has to do with cheeseburgers, has increased, if you know what I mean. Oh, I really hope my parents don't read this one.

10. Last, but not least. At least 4 people who saw the latest sono pic swear they see a penis. Now, realistically, 9 weeks is a little early to see parts, but Chase thinks this just gives him more bragging rights. All I can say is after this one, if it is a girl, she is gonna have major issues. Like Chastity Bono issues!!

So...take a peek and tell me what you think!