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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21 Weeks

How could I forget to update yesterday?
No new symptoms. Pretty much still the same that I have been having. Patiently waiting for that third trimester "burst of energy" everyone promised me. It has three weeks to show up. Apparently, according to friends, I now move like I'm pregnant. I can only assume that some how I am walking differently or maybe carrying myself in a burdened manner. My belly is definitely sporting a baby. It is hard underneath and starts above my belly button. No kicks yet from the little guy.
I don't know if it's being halfway there or seeing the ultrasound, but I'm finally believing that I'm pregnant. I have been devouring magazine articles and making practical decisions about preparing the nursery. The other day I got some "footie pjs" and t-shirts because they were on sale. Just stocking up. And who could resist the "Daddy's Little Boy" bib I bought for Tom?
We have discussed possible names and narrowed it down. However neither of us want to call him by his name until he is actually here. We prefer "Peanut" for the time being. I can tell you the name reflects Tom's Irish heritage as that seems incredibly important to him as he contemplates future generations. We're still in negotiations about the middle name.

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