Alisa. 37. New Hampshire. Married for almost three years to this wonderful, funny, smart guy. Previously married. Went through in-vitro fertilization to have my five year old magical son Keegan. Stepmother to the charming Isabelle (6). Gushingly in love with our baby boy Harper(1). Policy Wonk and dreaded bureaucrat. Lover of fine cuisine, honeybees, truly romantic moments and the underdog.
Curried Beef Short Ribs

Note: I found this was more realistically four servings.

Finishing this dish with lime zest and juice brightens its rich flavors.

Yield 6 servings (serving size: about 3 ounces ribs, 2/3 cup rice, and about 2 1/2 tablespoons sauce)

2 teaspoons canola oil
2 pounds ...continue reading

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In The Hopper

So I'm just back from another early morning jaunt to Dartmouth. My phlebotomist this time was not as good but no harm done. I had my ultrasound and let me say "damn!" My left ovary is kicking ass and taking names. They gave me the thumbs up to continue on the same dosage. It will be a few more days until I go back to get checked again. I can't imagine how I will feel then. Right now I feel ready to burst.
I saw this same couple from last week. You can tell because all us IVF gals carry the same blue folder. You can also tell an infertile couple because they can carry on entire conversations in voices so low the people next to them can't hear. We smiled briefly each time we popped up at the same places. When I left they were gone. I wish that she had felt comfortable enough to talk to me. I am dying to talk to someone in person who is going through this too. Clearly she and I are neck and neck in our cycles. I wanted to see if she felt the same. I wanted to see if her protocol was different. But I didn't push it and she seemed content to sit in silence. I must remind myself that not everyone handles this the way I do. I am an information junkie. The more I know, the better I feel. I want to know every detail. Then I will know what to expect. But really everyone's experience is uniquely their own.

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