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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I had a contraction last night strong enough to wake me up but none others. This morning I went to watch Keegan's swim lessons at school because usually I am working and am not able to. That pool full of four year olds is one of the cutest things ever. The pool room was 83 and the water was 81 so not much better than being outside. I don't know how those poor teachers get 15 kids dressed and undressed every Monday. It was like herding cats in bathing suits.

I got a request from a college friend for us (the fake sorority) to help her and her wife choose a new sperm donor. The previous one has a short supply and as she so eloquently put it, "he may not be compatible with me and my goods." So I looked through donor profiles and cast my vote. Not a bad way to spend an afternoon.

I had my checkup and another nonstress test today. The baby is still doing fine. I have been having contractions today but nothing helpful. My midwife asked me when I wanted to induce and said, "As soon as possible but not today." So she checked on tomorrow and we are booked for 6:30am. My mom is spending the night here tonight and she will take Keegan to school and then join us at the hospital. My room has internet so we will post here and also twitter as we're able. The concept of possibly "holding our baby in our arms by dinner," is completely bizarre. Although easier for me since I have been growing the baby for 10 months.

So we shopped for my "last supper" and there is a pint of Ben & Jerry's with my name on it for dessert. One last hurray before I go into diet lock down.

My sweet husband sent me this:


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