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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...

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On motherhood, careers, and having it all

I only talk about gender, motherhood, and families in the Foreign Service with other women. Is that weird? While I certainly have male friends here, I find myself reluctant to complain about the inequalities and difficulties that we face to what I imagine will be an audience made unfriendly by its blind privilege. Maybe this isn’t the case! Maybe the men I know here at FSI would be thrilled to...

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Pumpkin granola and a day on the National Mall

PeaPod, you are my new best friend. Not only can I get groceries delivered to my door, I can get them delivered before 8 in the morning on a weekend, which means that I can spend the morning cooking and the afternoon hanging out, instead of spending the morning grocery shopping, and the afternoon cooking. First up! Pumpkin spice granola! I stuck to the tried and true 2 Peas and...

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Grocery dilemma. Where to shop in NoVa and DC without a car?

Moving to DC without a car has been marvelous. We walk everywhere! Including the closest grocery store, which is a mile away. Oh, Harris Teeter, you are wonderful, but how can you possibly not carry rice vinegar? When my husband and I lived in Benin, we were broke-ass cheap-asses. We agonized over every dollar spent (except at Happy Hour, strangely enough) and got used to living frugally. Now we live...

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Hi, my name is Theresa, and I am back!

I stopped blogging on my food blog when I found out that I’m pregnant. Six months in, I’m back in the States, enjoying DC as a foodie city, cooking up a storm, and wondering why I ever left! There are a lot of reasons, actually, mostly having to do with Judgey McJudge Judgers. You know, those people who think they have the right to tell me that I’m going to be...

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PANTS!

My A-100 suits got my through A-100, although barely. The last few days of class were a bit uncomfortable, and while I could have just put on the belly band, it felt too much like giving into the inevitable. Guess what? Giving in to the inevitable feels great! Once I got over the humiliation that was trying to find even moderately stylish plus-sized maternity clothes in the DC-metro area, I...