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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41 Weeks

I did not put the pregnancy website entry for 41 weeks here because frankly it is doom and gloom. All the horrible things that can happen if you go past 42 weeks. We had the ultrasound this morning. The baby is doing great, plenty of fluid and measuring not quite 8 pounds. We had time until the midwife appointment and Jeff took the morning off so we went shopping. Then we went in for the nonstress test. The baby did great and I checked out very healthy too. So it was decided to leave him alone. I will have another nonstress test on Monday and as long as that one is good he will stay in until Thursday at the latest. I am fine as long as he is okay. Most babies are born between three weeks before and two weeks after the due date. So the odds are in our favor. And no matter what we will get this show on the road in the next 7 days. I feel good and we are making plans for the weekend. We'll see how they play out. I did learn that staying hydrated can really make a difference for labor. A dehydrated uterus makes for more painful contractions with less progress made. That does not sound fun. And I have also learned that when I am not working I spend more money, granted on things we need. And I crave ice cream every day. Poor Jeff who gets sent out at night to fetch it from the stand down the street. I try not to send him every night though. That explains the pound I gained since last week.

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