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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.
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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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Forecast Is Foggy

Monday I experienced some pre-partum depression about the lack of labor and delivery of this child. I slept in while Jeff took Keegan to school and basically found myself unmotivated and weepy all day. Not much anyone can do for me with that.

Tuesday I woke up with tons of energy. After dropping Keegan at school I hit the bank (leaving $40 in the ATM but someone chased after me) and then the post office. We sold my cloth diapers because I will not be able to use them this time. Then I picked up a couple of necessary items from the grocery store. After that I went to the garden center. They are at the top of my list of places I love to browse. Some people love a bookstore, I love a good nursery. I spent some time looking at perennials and ground cover dreaming of the garden beds we will put in next year. Then I grabbed a wagon and filled it with annuals to continue my container gardens for the patio. On the way home I dropped off a hanging basket for our tenants. She and I had talked about them the evening before when she dropped off the rent checks. She called later to thank me. At home I was like a ball of energy putting together the flower boxes and baskets. I figured what was the worst that could happen? I'd go into labor? I took a break when the sun came out because it was way too humid. After lunch and a movie I finished up. I have to say they make me happy just looking at them. I definitely felt like I was doing my own version of nesting.

Today I woke up less energetic but still in a good mood. It rained all day, finally, which is good for my flowers and a good excuse to veg out. I am amazed by the number of people who have taken a personal interest in when this baby arrives. I love the support. I am not so crazy about the questions about how long they will let me go and inducement, etc. Thinking negatively is not where I need to be right now. Tomorrow we go in to make sure he is okay and still getting what he needs remaining inside me. Let's deal with that first.

According to my experience, what doesn't cause labor:
Spicy food
Sex
Wishing
Jeff telling the baby it is time to come out
Bumpy roads
Bumpy boat rides
Foot massages
People asking me when the baby is coming
Walking
Exerting myself with yard work
Keegan telling the baby it is time to come out
Hating my maternity clothes

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