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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36 And A Half Weeks
So after a wonderful weekend the other shoe had to drop right?  Yup.  Let's review.  I found out Baby X is breech.  That is a 3% chance at term.  Jeff bought me a scratch ticket that day.  No winner.  Sunday I felt a little itchy and momentarily entertained the notion that maybe I was having a reaction to the massage oil.  But I was kidding myself, I knew what it was.  It is something that you have a 1% chance of getting during pregnancy.  PUPPP.  I know this because I had it with Keegan.  The odds of getting it again?  .25%.  Yay me.  You can't truly appreciate it until you see pictures.  Now mine doesn't look like this yet.  But the belly shots are what it looked like the last time I had it.  I looked up my archives to refresh my memory.  Needless to say this was a depressing development.  The first night I did not sleep well.  I ended up staying home from work yesterday and slept from 8am to 12pm.  Then I tried to get an appointment.  They told me to call back today in the morning.  Last night I got even less sleep.  There was one trip to the bathroom at 2am to reapply an OTC cream I knew was safe.

I did go into work today because I had been warned about a surprise party for me.  I called and found out I had a midwife appointment at 10:20.  I left full of cake and headed down to the office.  They were running about an hour behind so I curled up on the paper on the exam table and tried to rest.  Once I was seen she believed my self diagnosis and we talked about options.  She prescribed an oral antihistamine because she was worried about using a steroid cream on such a large surface area.  It could impact the baby, specifically the adrenal glands.  So in four years they have not made any progress with the treatment.  I did see a new study where they think DNA from a male baby might cause an immune reaction.  Who knows?  The bottom line is whether or not the baby stays breech and I have a c-section or he flips and I can go regular I still have to put up with PUPPP until at least 39 weeks.
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