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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
2 pounds ...continue reading

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She Dropped A Bomb On Me

We had some excitement here last night. Around 10:30 I had my first real contractions. I sent a text to Erika to put her on alert. At 11:30 I had one so severe I had to hold on to the counter to stand up. I was on the phone with my mom to put her on alert and when that one came I told her to come up. I did not have any more strong ones after that. But they were consistently 6 minutes apart until 2:30am. I had gone to bed around 1:00 to try and rest. In between the contractions the baby would go nutty so I wasn't getting much sleep. I woke up at 3:30 to use the bathroom and realized they must be gone or not strong enough to wake me. I haven't had anything significant today. A few here and there but nothing to indicate we're back on target. Both of my parents stayed over so my dad could stay with Keegan while my mom came with us. Instead we all slept through the night and then my mom got Keegan ready and to school before Jeff and I got up at 8:30. Now my dad is at work, my mom is off running her errands and Jeff stayed home with me in case anything else happens. He put the stroller together this morning and we're going to install the car seat. I have my toiletries packed and ready to throw in my suitcase. I would love a 6-6-08 or 6-7-08 baby. I was going to go to Coach today to shop for a wallet but I'm thinking that would not be a smart idea. Sticking close to home sounds good.

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