I don't actually have a bump; I'm just shaped that way
I do solemnly swear not to turn Merital Bliss into a pregnancy blog, but because I spent seven-ish months trying for a baby and three-ish keeping my news secret, I have a stockpile of pregnancy-related blog ideas. Here’s a countdown of the best reactions I got from friends and family after they learned I was with child. Truthfully, I like them all equally, except number 1. Trust me that that’ll be your favorite response too. Continue reading
This image will make slightly more sense by the end of the post
As this blog approaches its second anniversary, I have a confession about one of the early post themes I pursued. I interviewed friends with kids for “Maybe to Baby” about how they decided when to have children because I was concerned I’d never be ready to try to become a mother. While hearing their stories helped me realize you’re never completely prepared, it was actually two entirely separate occurrences that made me finally say, “OK. Let’s do this.” Preview: One is heartwarming; the other is fairly boneheaded. Continue reading
No expecting mom would be as happy as I was to receive lingerie at my bridal shower.
On the surface, it’d seem bridal showers and baby showers are indistinguishable from one another. They both tend to be held in some restaurant back room or in someone’s home, they both tend to be women only, and the main events for both are often eating, playing silly games, and opening presents. True, the main difference is pretty darn apparent–the guest of honor is either at the thinnest of her adult life or the heaviest–but do one of the following at the wrong kind of shower and the results would be awkward. Continue reading
As anyone who’s read more than a single post of this blog knows, Paul and I started dating when we were 13. Since childhood sweethearts are so rarely in the news, my fingers couldn’t type fast enough once I stumbled upon a certain somewhat offensive Canadian study. Continue reading
And a 7th: Don't text a picture of your engagement ring to people who neither are invited to your wedding nor ask to see it. It says, "I don't like you, but I want you to know that I have a diamond."
People understand when you can’t invite them to your wedding. With the exception of a house and your children’s college education, your reception is the single most expensive thing you’ll ever fund. But just as there’s a code to which your acquaintances stick (or should stick) regarding what they can and can’t say to you, the bride who’s not inviting them, there are some unspoken rules to which you should adhere–like avoiding these things. Continue reading
I puked my guts up two hours later.
Don’t get me wrong; I loved my honeymoon. There was plenty of romance to be had as we did nothing but lay on the beach, eat so much that my cute honeymoon clothes were snug by day 3, sleep 10 or 11 hours a night, and repeatedly engage in that other thing all honeymooners do as if they won’t be sharing a bed when they resume living in reality. Still, we, and some of our friends, have encountered some less-than-romantic surprises for which it’s worth mentally preparing. Continue reading
That's really our bedroom! But it's only that clean because our apartment is for sale.
I never thought it would happen to us. In fact, when I heard about couples who slept separately, I assumed their marriages were doomed. Continue reading
Sorry for the Mafioso title; Paul and I recently started watching The Sopranos for the first time…the day BEFORE James Gandolfini died.
It’s a symptom of your early 30s (in my part of the country anyway): The wedding invitations gradually stop showing and baby shower invitations start picking up. In fact, this year, Paul and I were invited to only two weddings. On May 19th, my friend Jenn married her longtime love, Karina, and then, for the first time in nine years, Paul and I didn’t have a single engaged friend. Continue reading
Who couldn't make friends in this serene setting?!
Paul and I were lucky enough to get away for our five-year anniversary a few weeks ago (and by lucky I mean Paul separated his shoulder 96 hours before our trip and we got the Dr.’s OK to still go fewer than 24 hours before), and we wound up staying at a hotel with many other couples around our age. While I didn’t expect our vacation to revolve around making friends, the opportunity to do so became very appealing. Continue reading
While we were planning our wedding and for the couple years after when my livelihood depended on writing for brides, I watched a lot of wedding TV shows, including the weekly train wreck known as Bridezillas. These days, I’m more likely to flip to HGTV on a weekend morning to catch house-hunting shows. Today, though, when Love It or List It went to commercial, I changed to We TV (hey, I get to watch this stuff only when Paul’s sleeping—I’ve got to take advantage!). And while what I saw shouldn’t have surprised me, it made me sad. Continue reading