Dinner Worthy of a 1950s Housewife

Yesterday I was inspired to cook…you know, one of those days that make you want to try a new recipe, knowing that the same old pasta dish won’t fit the bill. I had some steak tips defrosting but didn’t feel like eating Thai beef salad (where the said steak tips…

My First First Birthday Party

This past weekend A. and I went to my friend S’s baby girl’s first birthday party. It was a great time and Sabrina is just too cute.

Some thoughts: 1) wow, all my friend’s friends have kids. Well, that’s what it seemed like, anyway. Apparently, once…

Tonno e cipolla

Disclaimer: these pizza toppings are NOT fruit of a pregnant woman’s cravings.

You Might Look Pregnant If…

I still don’t think I look pregnant. Just thick around the middle and generally…thicker. Sadly, A. seems to agree most of the time. Yesterday, however, I started thinking that maybe I do look pregnant. Here’s what happened: I went to a tea shop — one of those fancy ones with a…

Kicking!

Today was the first day that I felt extensive kicking and movement…we might have a little gymnast on our hands! Apparently, I will be feeling the movement intermittently for a few weeks, at which point the movement will start to be constant. Can’t wait!

Hello world!

“Hello world” is right! This is my first attempt at blogging…we’ll see how it pans out. It was mostly inspired by my friend, Stef, whose blog on the adventures of motherhood have been great at updating the people in her life who live far away. I’m not sure how good I’ll be at this whole blogging business…

Dessert Philosophy

A long time ago I settled on my dessert philosophy (what…doesn’t everyone have one??): if it doesn’t have chocolate in it…

A Rose by any Other Name

So, what’s in a name? Apparently, a lot. It turns out that the thing most people are curious about after they find you’re pregnant (OK, the second thing after the sex of the child) is what you’re going to name him/her. Well, in our case her. Following my friend S’s method, we have…

Kickin’ it in the sun…

So I noticed something (well, I should say that A. pointed it out): our little tyke seems to kick way more when I’m somewhere sunny. The kid’s got some SoCal blood in her, it seems! Our neighborhood in SF is not known to be one of the sunnier ones in the City, but when I work in Berkeley…