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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28 Weeks
"By this week, your baby weighs two and a quarter pounds (like a Chinese cabbage) and measures 14.8 inches from the top of his head to his heels. He can blink his eyes, which now sport lashes. With his eyesight developing, he may be able to see the light that filters in through your womb. He's also developing billions of neurons in his brain and adding more body fat in preparation for life in the outside world."

Eight months, start of the third trimester.  And surprisingly I am not freaked out about it.  I do worry about the baby coming early.  I don't have a reason why this would happen I just am counting on having another at least 2 months to be ready.  The other night I had a dream that the baby came.  I got home from work and it had been delivered, like a package.  And I was like, "He's 13 weeks early."  But when I saw him he was the size of a four month old and just as developed.  So I remember calling work and telling them I wasn't coming back for three months.  Weird.

My midwife appointment was on Tuesday.  It was fairly routine.  It was the first time I had met her.  Now I have met each of the four which means I will know whoever is there when I deliver.  I should get my glucose results back soon and also my iron level.  I start going every two weeks until 36 weeks and then it is every week.  She asked me how my pregnancy is going (they all do once they see the grief counseling note in my chart).  I told her I was well and that this time was completely different than my first pregnancy.  She asked me if it made me think about Tom.  Of course it does.  I am in a totally different place in my life than I was back then.

Nine out of ten people who ask a pregnant lady how she is feeling just want to hear, "fine."  They definitely don't want to hear the gory details.  I spare my close friends that too.  Poor Jeff gets to know everything.  I want him to understand (as much as possible) what I am experiencing.  He told a friend at work who asked about me that I am having self esteem issues.  That is not accurate.  I just said I couldn't wait to have my body back.  I get that I am pregnant and I am supposed to grow bigger.  I liked my body before and I miss it.  But then I remind myself that this is my last time and I try to embrace it.
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