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On (not calorie) restricted eating, for a good cause

I’m only going to talk about the baby on Thursdays. One day a week. That’s my New Year’s Blogging Resolution, and I’m sticking to it. Except that having a baby has affected every part of my life, and sometimes it’s damn hard to talk about anything else without talking about her. Like food. Baby J* has a food intolerence, an intolerence that gives her crazy-ass gas and sometimes diarrhea. Brand...

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Happy one week birthday, Jasmine!

Jasmine’s a week old today! After a rough start, she’s now thriving. Briefly, after a week of irregular, painful contractions that weren’t bringing me any closer to active labor, I asked my doctor if we could induce. Once the pitocin was introduced, my doctor discovered complications that meant that a vaginal birth would be very bad for the baby, and WAM BAM THANK YOU MA’AM, an hour later, the cesarean...

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Day 3 of not-labor

Apparently, there is “pre” labor, “active” labor, but also “false” labor. By anything but “active,” my doctor means, “incredibly painful contractions that aren’t quite close enough to merit a visit to the hospital.” Today is Day 3 of regular contractions that aren’t actually getting me anywhere. 1 out of every 10 minutes is spent in agony as my gut clenches and gets ready to push the baby out. 9 of...

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I <3 consumerism and Happy Thanksgiving!

Oh, consumerism. YOU WON, GODDAMMIT. All these months of railing against Americans and their STUFF and how I WOULD NOT EVER become like THOSE PEOPLE, and what’s the first thing I did on Thanksgiving morning? Hopped online to order the last of the electronics we’re taking to Freetown with us. Damn. Damn. Damn. I’m taking Bertrand out for Black Friday tonight at midnight. I know, I know, I know. Real...

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Accomplish one task per day.

It’s hard to believe that I’ve been creating life for 36 weeks now. Oh, I’m sorry, does the reference to “creating life” sound smug? That’s because it is! Smugness is my only defense against the frustration I’m feeling right now. Accomplish one task everyday. Advice to live by, given to Peace Corps Volunteers newly arrived in Benin. I discounted it then because I was in a situation where I could...

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36 weeks on Monday!

Costco frozen pizza is superior to anything we can get delivered here in Crystal City. Yum. As spending time on my feet gets progressively more uncomfortable, we’re getting more and more enthusiastic about dinners that don’t require any effort to make. Like pizza and salad. Last night we went to a good-bye party for some of my colleagues who are heading out to post this week. My burgeoning belly makes...

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World Food Day and WHERE HAS THERESA BEEN!?

I’ve never felt guilty about being one of the haves. I was born white, middle-class, straight, Protestant to parents who saw that I got a good education, gave me a love of reading and learning, and who were well enough that I could take off to see the world straight out of college. Privilege is my middle name. I’m OK with that, but I spend a lot of time thinking...

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Out of town visits and granola madness

Liz was in town this weekend, and instead of spending a couple of days exploring DC, we holed up in my apartment and tested granola recipes. I’d made up my mind to make Christmas presents this year, but wasn’t sure if granola would be a) feasible time-wise and b) classy and pretty enough. Trust me, it’s both. We started the day with homemade pumpkin spice lattes, before getting to work!...

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On baby gear and being a control freak

Maybe you haven’t noticed this, but I’m a control freak. I’m a planner. The better I’m prepared, the better I can handle the unexpected and unpredictable when it happens. At 32 weeks, I’m starting to worry. About everything. Ever-steady Bertrand is not. He never freaks out about anything, which is an excellent foil to my high-strung freak outs. My need to control is manifesting itself by an intense need to...