Oct 11, 2010  •  In Baby, Guest Posts, Pregnancy, Relationships

Guest Post: Friendship vs Marriage and Babies

Our first guest post comes courtesy of devoted reader JessicaMayLords. She has decided to tackle a topic I have covered a few times here at Geek in Heels — maintaining friendships after marriage/babies — and gives some great advice for people on either sides of the fence. Enjoy!


“A true friend is someone who thinks that you are a good egg
even though he knows that you are slightly cracked”

Bernard Meltzer

I am not a big fan of change. It makes me anxious. Unfortunately, it’s also something that I deal with quite a bit, because I move around a lot. In the past four years, I’ve lived in 3 difference states, 5 different towns, and 7 different apartments. I’ve packed, repacked, and unpacked many, many times. In another month I’ll be at it again; we’re moving to a bigger apartment in town. I’m not anxious about this upcoming move; you see, the moving itself isn’t what really bothers me. I get anxious about changing friendships.

Adult friendships are tricky. When I was a kid, I never thought, “Do we really have enough things in common to go out for coffee, just the two of us?” I found a kid about my age, said hi, and voilà — instant friendship. It’s not like that as an adult, not for me, at least. It’s not easy for me to find a friend I can completely confide in, a person with whom I can be myself. It takes time and energy and, usually, a LOT of tea. When I find a close friend, it’s very difficult for me to leave them when I move, knowing that our relationship has the capacity to be strong despite distance, but will not be exactly the same.

When you move, you expect friendships to change in some ways. It happens. You can’t drop by unannounced, and you can’t grab a bite to eat on your lunch break.

I did NOT expect my friendships to change when I got married.

You know in high school, you had those friends who sort of disappeared once they got a boyfriend? I was one of them. I wanted to spend time sucking face, but I ended up sucking as a friend. I spent so much time going on dates, talking on the phone, and making out that I made less and less time for my friends. Thankfully, most of them were doing the same thing, so they didn’t notice.

In college, I decided this would change. I would still date, but I would make time for my girlfriends. This worked, most of the time. In fact, I met my husband through one of my close friends. There was a big group of us that hung out a few times a week. I loved that I could hang out with my would-be husband and my other friends at the same time. It was great! Everybody was friends with everybody!! It was like How I Met Your Mother, just with more people!

And then we got engaged. Suddenly, my friends were worried about being a third/fifth/seventh wheel. I started hearing comments like, “Well, when you’re married, we won’t see you as much…” and, “Well you married folks will be doing married people stuff…” It sucked!

After we got married we moved from Chicago to Northern California. We started a new church that was mainly composed of 20- and 30-somethings (Yay! Optimum friend age!). I joined a women’s Life Group (like a Bible study, but less structured) and decided to put my “Make Friends Now” plan into action. There were about 10 women in the group, half married, half single. It seemed like a good ratio to me. Yet even there, I was seen as a “married type” who spent every possible waking moment with my husband. We’d talk about what happened that week, and if I mentioned my hubs, I’d see some of the single girls rolling their eyes (seriously!!) or whispering comments. It was all done with an air of good ribbing, but it still bummed me out.

I found myself wanting to say, “Hey! I’m fun!! I can still have dance parties and drink margaritas and go out to dinner with the girls! Seriously!!” I hate this new title: the Old Married Lady. I was wild! I was crazy! I was fun! Couldn’t they see that?

I haven’t really experienced being the single gal in a group half-full of married women. I married young; at 22, I was the first of my friends to tie the knot. I didn’t understand that when they heard “married,” they thought “curfew” and “date nights.” I didn’t understand that they wanted to go out dancing and didn’t want me to feel weird, since they’d be checking out the guys and hoping to get free drinks. I just didn’t get it.

Finally, I realized that marriage could either complement my friendships, or compete with them. That said, here are some friendship rules I made for myself that may help you too.

When dealing with single friends as a married lady: 

  • Refer to your spouse by his name, not his pet name (no one cares if you call him Mr. Bunny, or Bun-buns for short)
  • If your friend is in a romantic relationship, don’t assume that just because you are married, you’re qualified to dispense relationship advice. If she asks, go ahead.
  • Texting your hubs once to check-in is fine. You can even call him if your gal pal runs off to the bathroom, or makes a call herself. Other than that, this night is about girl time, so don’t be that friend attached to her cell, texting her hubs all night. You’re married. You love each other. We get it.
  • If you two planned on staying out until midnight, stay out to midnight. Don’t be lame and say something like, “Well I haven’t seen Mr. Bunny allllll day and I totally need some snuggles before bed or I’ll be super sad!!” (Also not okay, “Well, I’m ovulating, and we’re trying to conceive, so I’m going to have to cut this short and go home to Mr. Sexy Pants while my mucus is still egg-white consistency.”)
  • I assume no one says either of the above, but if that sounds like something you MIGHT say, DON’T. EVER. SERIOUSLY. NEVER.
  • Do NOT do the following:
  • Ask your friend when she and so-and-so are going to settle down
  • Talk about how marriage is just the BEST, seriously, just the BEST!
  • Ask her what her favorite baby names are, then launch into a long story about you and your hub’s fav names, preferred birth order, etc.
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    When dealing with married friends as a married lady:

  • Don’t try to force your hubs to be BFF with your gal pal’s hubs. If they get along and want to hang out, cool. If not, leave it.
  • If your gal pal’s hubs and yours hubs are friends, awesome. Hang out as a group if you want, but make sure you have time for just the girls too. Some stuff is just hard to talk about in front of dudes.
  • If your gal pal’s hubs and your hubs DO NOT GET ALONG, PERIOD, then do not force it. Don’t ask them out to dinner. Don’t have them over for game night. Be thankful you have a gal pal and go on from there.
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    Okay. So we covered the marriage thing. Noooow comes BABIES. Babies are super cute (unless you’re not into them). I love babies, but they can TOTALLY change friendships. I don’t have any kiddos, and I’m planning on keeping it that way for at least the next year or so. Babies complicate things, but once again, they can complement a friendship; they don’t have to compete with it. Since I don’t have a kid, here’s my best take on the situation from a DINK standpoint.

    Your friend is having a baby, and you don’t have kids:

  • Be happy for your friend!! This is going to totally change her life in crazy ways, and there’s a good chance she’ll need your friendship more than ever as she adjusts.
  • Don’t like kids? Fake it. You don’t have to hold the kid. Just don’t wince when you see him/her.
  • Don’t ignore your friend once the baby has been born. She’ll probably want a few weeks to rest, but make sure to keep in touch with her. If a bunch of your friends are going out for coffee or drinks, invite her! Even if she can’t go, she’ll appreciate the effort.
  • Drop by the house and visit. Maybe bring her a peppermint hot cocoa. Sit. Relax. Talk. If the baby cries, that’s okay. Take time to get to know her in her role as a mom. She’s still your friend.
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    You’ve had a baby and your friends don’t have kids:

  • Try not to talk about the following: poop, urine, vomit, your placenta, your episiotomy. If your friend is curious, she’’l ask. Feel free to talk about the birth, but don’t freak your friend out. Once again, if she’s curious, she’ll ask (I did!).
  • If your friend doesn’t want to hold your baby, don’t take it personally.
  • You’re a mom, but you don’t have to address yourself as “Mama” or “Mommy” all the time. You’re a whole lot of other things too, including a friend.
  • Being a mother doesn’t mean that you’re better than your friends. Don’t be that person. There are too many already.  “You’ll understand…” (knowing look) “when you’re a mom.”
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    Marriage and babies can complement your already established friendships, they don’t have to compete with them. Do you have rules that should go on these lists??


    About the Author:

    JessicaMayLords writes about anything and everything over at Like the Dawn…. She lives in Jackson Hole, Wyoming, and loves Battlestar Galactica and Pride and Prejudice equally. In her free time, she crochets, hikes, drinks copious amounts of tea, and watches more television than she likes to admit.

    A large majority of the people who find her blog through Google were searching for Jessica Lords, porn star.

    She is not that Jessica Lords.

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    Oct 5, 2010  •  In Baby, Claire, Personal, Pregnancy

    Introducing Claire Emmanuelle

    Claire Emmanuelle was born September 30, 2010 at 9:35pm, weighing 6 lbs 7 oz and measuring 19″ long.

    I had a very easy delivery for a first-time mom; she was out after only 12 pushes (about five minutes)! However, recovery and adjusting to life as a mother are a lot more difficult than I imagined and I have found myself neglecting this blog.

    Guest posts will begin to go up shortly, and I promise to write my labor story when I find the time and energy. In the meantime, I just wanted to say THANK YOU to everyone for your prayers, good wishes, and lovely messages.

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    Sep 30, 2010  •  In Personal, Pregnancy

    False Labor?

    Last night at around 6:30pm I started getting painful contractions which continued to get longer, more frequent, and increased in intensity. At about 8:30 I called my doctor who told me that there’s no way to really tell if I’m in labor or not unless I go into the hospital, but also warned me that since I am a first time mom and I was only 1cm dilated the day before, there’s a chance that I am just having false labor.

    I had a hunch that I was really in labor, since I had had my membranes stripped the day before and had been passing my bloody show for about 24 hours. Plus, while I had been having painful braxton-hicks contractions for months now, these contraction pains were different and much stronger.

    We decided to wait an hour more, and when the contractions had been lasting 1 minute each and 2-3 minutes apart for that period, we decided to head into labor & delivery.

    They hooked me up to the machines to do a non-stress test and checked my cervix…I was dismayed to find that I was STILL only 1cm dilated!

    They confirmed that I was having contractions, but since the baby didn’t seem to be in any kind of distress, and because I was only 1cm dilated with no signs of progress, they sent me home. The nurse actually advised me to labor at home for as long as possible, even if my water breaks (since I tested negative for all infections, etc), so that my labor time at the hospital will be minimal.

    The funny thing is, while hooked up to the machines at the hospital, my contractions started to decrease in frequency but increased on the pain scale. By the time we returned home I was barely able to walk/talk through them. I was exhausted after a couple of hours of continuing to time them, so I decided to head to bed thinking “How will I ever be able to sleep through this?”…

    …then woke up 2 hours later with almost no contractions.

    So was this false labor? Should I keep my hopes up that the contractions will return soon, or am I back at square one?

    I wish my water would just break so I would KNOW if I’m in labor or not.

    P.S. — While checking my cervix the nurse told me that she could feel the baby’s head. Freaky!

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    Sep 29, 2010  •  In Asian, Food, Funny, Information

    Dim Sum Flowchart for Dim Sum Virgins

    I may be married to a Chinese guy, but I still play it pretty safe when it comes to Chinese cuisine and can be somewhat of a dumbass when it comes to Chinese dishes. This flowchart, which can be downloaded in PDF format, would come in handy for people like me.

    P.S. — I still can’t eat chicken feet.

    Via Neatorama.

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    Sep 29, 2010  •  In Personal, Pregnancy

    Only Proceed If You Want to Lose Your Appetite…

    So the sweeping of the membranes seemed to have done something. I had some cramps after the procedure but ignored them (as I have been having cramps for the past couple of weeks) and took a short nap. When I woke up to pee, I noticed some blood on my underwear.

    No reason to panic, since the doctor had warned that I might have some spotting. As as long as it’s not bright red and/or gushing, I had nothing to worry about.

    It was only when I wiped that things got interesting. Was that…my MUCOUS PLUG? A bloody mucous plug at that.

    Wait, I had read about this. Mucous plug + blood = bloody show.

    I immediately turned to my pregnancy books and the powers of the interweb for their wisdom and advice about the bloody show. While some women lose their mucous plugs weeks before labor with no further progress, it seems that the bloody show is a slightly better indicator of things to come. 50% of women go into labor within 24 hours of passing their bloody show, “most” (whatever the heck that means) will go into labor within 3 days, while others can hang on for another week or two.

    (And as if I needed more discouragement, OMGmom chimed in and told me that she went another two weeks after passing her bloody show. Thanks, Mandy!)

    Needless to say I got pretty excited. I know I shouldn’t get my hopes up, but I’m sincerely hoping that I’ll be in the lucky 50% who goes into labor soon after passing their bloody show.

    And to further entice my body, I vacuumed the house, prepared 순두부찌개 (soondubu jjigae, or Korean spicy tofu soup) for dinner and made it extra spicy, and even ignored my hip pains to go on a looooong walk, perhaps the most exercise I’ve gotten in months.

    I will also be seducing my husband as we head to bed.

    “But what if I don’t want to do it?”

    “Too bad. I’ll rape you.”

    “I’m scared.”

    (To be completely honest, I have to give J mad props for continuing to have sex with me in my heavily pregnant state. I know it can’t be the most comfortable or reassuring thing in the world, nor can he be very much attracted to the whale that his wife has transformed into. So thanks, hubs!)

    I will be sure to keep you all updated on my progress, or lack thereof. Please keep your fingers crossed for me that the baby will make her appearance soon!

    P.S. — Isn’t it funny how just a year ago, Dooce blogged about losing her mucous plug and created such a “omg that was way too TMI” stir in the blogosphere? Now, here I sit, blogging about passing my bloody show. I’m sure people will find this offensive too.

    P.P.S. — After I emailed my sister about what happened, she replied, “Bloody show? They really can’t think of a better name than that?”

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    Sep 28, 2010  •  In Art/Design, Cute, Food, Pregnancy, Touching

    Husband Creates Food Art for Pregnant Wife on Bed Rest

    I knew that I had to share this story with my readers as I totally teared up while reading it earlier today. (But then again, what doesn’t get me emotional these days? I cried while watching the newest episode of House last night.)

    As my readers can testify, pregnancy is not all about unicorns farting rainbows. Take the case of Shirley Sirivong, who, after being diagnosed with gestational diabetes, complete placenta previa, and incompetent cervix, was put on bed rest and a strict diet consisting of bland and dull food.

    In order to liven up her meals and bring some cheer to her monotonous routine, Shirley’s husband Gat began to make funny faces out of boiled egg and toast. From then on, the food art started to become more elaborate, imaginative, and fun…

    These are just a few of the beautiful, diabetic-friendly breakfasts that Gat created for Shirley. You can view 19 of the dishes at Parenting.com.

    Shirley has now been on bed rest for 3 months. She is due on December 19 and they’re expecting a boy. Best wishes to Shirley, Gat, and the baby!

    Via Miss Cellania.

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    Sep 28, 2010  •  In Personal, Pregnancy

    Masochistic Move of the Day

    This morning I had my weekly OB visit and whined to the doctor how miserable I have been feeling lately. While sympathetic, the only advice she could offer was nothing I hadn’t heard/read before (move around as much as possible, take Tylenol or a hot bath for the pain, “It could be any day now!”).

    She gave me a cervical check to see if I am progressing at all, and I was sorely disappointed to learn that I am only 1cm dilated and 40% effaced.

    “That’s it?!?” I wanted to yell. “Then why does it feel like this baby is between my knees???”

    The doctor then proceeded to strip my membranes in hopes of speeding up the process some. If you do not know what stripping of the membranes entails, here is a visual:

    Basically, the doctor uses a finger to separate the bag of water from the side of the uterus near the cervix. The process is believed to release hormone-like substances called prostaglandins, which help to ready your body for labor. If the woman is truly near delivery, she often gets contractions as a result of the procedure.

    Although stripping membranes is not considered a form of induction, the hope is that it is a form of stimulation of labor. Done too early, it has no effect, but if the body is nearly ready anyway, it can give a little jump-start to the labor process and often leads to labor within 48 hours.

    If you read about the process online, most sources will say something along the lines of, “Some women may find this procedure uncomfortable.”

    That is the biggest understatement I’ve heard all pregnancy.

    For me, stripping of the membranes felt like the doctor had shoved a paint scraper up my vagina and did a 360 sweep of my cervix using the corners of said scraper. I was wincing and squirming in pain the entire time — the procedure itself probably only took about 30 seconds, but it felt like 30 minutes.

    Later, J was to tell me that from where he was standing, it looked like the doctor had shoved her entire hand up my hoo-ha to wrestle around with my lady bits and that’s why I looked to be in so much pain.

    We left the doctor’s office after making next week’s appointment, sincerely hoping that there will not be a next week’s appointment.

    But if I haven’t gone into labor by then, and we end up having that 40th week appointment, I will surely be asking to have my membranes stripped again. If 30 seconds of intense pain is what will help me go into labor, then by golly I will take it!

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    Sep 27, 2010  •  In Personal, Pregnancy

    39 Weeks

    I am now 39 weeks pregnant and pretty miserable. Posts will continue to stay light as I continue to battle end-of-pregnancy symptoms (which include carpal tunnel so my time at the computer is limited).

    I hear that the west coast is having a heat wave (one friend wrote on Facebook that it’s 112 degrees right now in LA) but we are cool and WET here in the northeast. It is supposed to rain for the majority of the week and while the dreary weather has dampened my spirits somewhat, I cannot help but be reminded that whenever something significant happens in my life, it is almost always accompanied by bad weather. Moving days? Rain. Trips? Thunderstorms. Even my own birth was marked by the worst snowstorm in Korea in 20 years. And the last time I visited Korea? The country suffered the biggest snowstorm since the winter that I was born.  The only exception to this rule thus far has been my wedding day, which was bright, sunny, and simply gorgeous.

    So with less than a week left until my due date and my overwhelming desire to GET THIS BABY OUT NOW, I can’t help but be a bit superstitious and hope that the baby will decide to make her entrance this week in the midst of all this rain.

    I have been feeling increased pressure “down there” (after all, experts say the baby now weighs over 7 lbs and is 20″ long) and have menstrual-like cramps all the time now. I have also been experiencing nosebleeds every day for the past week, and have been feeling pretty nauseous. Since I have my weekly OB appointment tomorrow morning, I will bring up these concerns with her and who knows? Perhaps she will do additional tests in addition to the usual heartbeat and amniotic fluid level checks to see how I am progressing.

    But for now I will sit still and try my best to stay patient. And giggle over clever pictures like this:


    Via The Daily What.

    P.S. — I apologize to those who have submitted guest posts but have yet to hear from me. Please stay patient as I am going through them one by one, in the order I received them, and the process is taking a lot longer than I had originally thought.

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    Sep 26, 2010  •  In Art/Design, Food, Home, Photography, Recipes

    IKEA: Homemade is Best [Food Photography]

    Our favorite Swedish furniture establishment IKEA has just released a cookbook titled “Hembakat är Bäst,” or “Homemade is Best.” Following the company’s minimalist yet fun philosophy and assemble-it-yourself attitude, almost all the photographs in the book are of the finished product’s ingredients.

    LOVE IT.

    Not to mention, photographer Carl Kleiner did a heckuva job composing and capturing each shot.

    Via The Daily What

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    Sep 25, 2010  •  In Art/Design, Asian, Star Wars, Wishlist

    If ‘Star Wars’ Was Set in Feudal Japan

    Illustrator Steve Bialik has combined Star Wars with Edo Japan in a series of six prints. The price is very attractive too, at $15 per print and $75 for the whole set. Each print is limited to an edition so hurry up if you’re interested before the fanboys snatch them all up!


    “The Admiral”
    (Admiral Ackbar)
    “The Emperor” “The Princess and the Frog”
    (Jabba and Leia)
    “The Smugglers”
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    “The Bounty Hunter”
    (Boba Fett)
    “The Master”
    (Luke)

    Via Neatorama.

    ETA: You can get 33% off your order by using the code superpunch.

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