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
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31 Weeks (The Plump Out)
"This week, your baby measures over 16 inches long. He weighs about 3.3 pounds (try carrying four navel oranges) and is heading into a growth spurt. He can turn his head from side to side, and his arms, legs, and body are beginning to plump out as needed fat accumulates underneath his skin. He's probably moving a lot, too, so you may have trouble sleeping because your baby's kicks and somersaults keep you up. Take comfort: All this moving is a sign that your baby is active and healthy."

Apparently his bones are ossifying which explains why this week the kicks now hurt.  Yipes that'll take your breath away.  And I feel bigger almost overnight.  Tonight I took Keegan with me to the mall to buy some pregnant lady clothes.  I have more for work but I need casual since up until this week I could still get away with some regular tops.  I put on one this morning and Jeff suggested I not wear something that rides up.  Good tip.  There was a woman there who's boyfriend talked her out of the E cup nursing bra.  I wanted to tell her, "Sister if you are already a D you're gonna need that big one.  Take it from someone who knows."  I went ahead and bought some nursing pajamas so I won't have to worry about them later.  I am very conscious of not buying anything I wouldn't wear if I wasn't pregnant.  Growing a human is no reason to lose your fashion sense.

I don't want to jinx it but I am still sleeping like a dream.  I do feel fatigued at points in the day but all in all I feel peppy.  Jeff complimented me on my being this far along and not complaining very much.  Apparently he expected me to take advantage of my condition to gripe and be waited on.  I wish I had it in me.  Damn independent streak.  I'll have to work on becoming more helpless as this progresses.  I could really do without the foot and leg cramps.  They suck.

Most annoying thing people are saying to me this week:
"Wow!  You are really showing."

What I do:
Smile and keep walking

What I want to do:
Stop and say, "No shit, I am almost 8 months along.  I should be showing."

Repeat after me, "You look wonderful.  Pregnancy looks great on you."

Even the most well adjusted woman becomes susceptible to not so positive body image during pregnancy.  Why not help them feel good?
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