Here's what a guy wrote about his wifes request to eat her placenta:
There is so much you can't know about your spouse when you get married, like that one day she will want to eat her placenta. But there are two things you don't argue about with a pregnant woman: what she eats and that being full of life indeed looks sexy. So when Cassandra told me that for $275, a woman would come to our house, cook Cassandra's placenta, freeze-dry it and turn it into capsules to help ward off postpartum depression and increase milk supply, I said, "$275 is a bargain compared with the $20,000 I'll have to spend to tear out our kitchen immediately afterward."
Most mammals, Cassandra explained, eat their placentas, to which I countered that most dogs eat their poop. I stopped arguing there, figuring that like many of Cassandra's hippie ideas — the compost bin, rubbing lemon on her underarms instead of deodorant — she'd give up on this in a few weeks. Even as the due date approached and she was still set on eating her placenta, I couldn't imagine that she'd remember to request it from the doctor after the most physically draining experience of her life. This is a woman who, 9 times out of 10, forgets the bag of leftovers at the restaurant.
Though I am exceedingly squeamish, when my son was born, I was shocked that I saw only the beauty of childbirth. Until the placenta came out. There are many normal human reactions to seeing a placenta, ranging from screaming to vomiting to warding it off with a cross. For those of you who have never seen one, the placenta is to the baby what Stephen Baldwin is to Alec Baldwin. It's what your liver would look like if it got into an accident on the autobahn with one of those aliens from Mars Attacks! and their bloody carcasses threw jellyfish at each other.
When the placenta did come out, Cassandra, dazed from 21 hours of labor, somehow made sure the nurses delivered it to us in a flat plastic container, which I put into an ice-filled Monsters vs Aliens cooler I brought. When I asked if I could keep the placenta overnight in the refrigerator out in the hall, the nurses looked at me like I was crazy. When you gross out people who work at a hospital, you have accomplished something.
In a fog, I drove the placenta home, where I wrapped the container in a bag and wrapped that bag in a bag and wrapped that bag in every remaining bag we had in the house. I slept at the hospital that night, grateful that my son will never remember what his parents just did.
The next day I drove back to the house to meet the placenta lady, Sara Pereira. To my surprise, Sara did not look unkempt, frumpy, heavy or in any way like a Wiccan. She got into placenta-cooking after taking a Chinese-medicine course and has already prepared more than two dozen placentas this year — and orders are picking up rapidly. When I asked Sara if her parents were embarrassed by what she does, she told me that her father sells bull semen.
By law, Sara has to cook the placenta at the placenta owner's home. But to my great relief, she brought her own equipment, gloves, sponges and even more detergent than I'd hoped, scrubbing constantly as she worked. If I ever kill a man in my own home, I am totally calling the placenta lady.
As she steamed the placenta with some herbs, the kitchen got that ironlike smell of cooked organ meat, with vague undertones of a consciousness-raising group and a Betty Friedan rally. Sara said Cassandra had a particularly robust placenta, and she hoped to get 120 pills out of it. As she sliced the cooked organ and put it on parchment paper in a dehydrator, she told me that some people drink the placenta raw as a smoothie. "I do this for a living, and I couldn't do that," she said. The pills, she explained, were superior, since Cassandra could stretch their hormone-rich benefits much further, perhaps even freezing some for menopause. Sara did not understand that when Cassandra's looks fade in her 50s, there's no way I'm putting up with this crap. (Read TIME's 1933 article "Medicine: Protective Placenta.")
I drove back to the hospital where, thanks to my experiences, the food looked good. When we got home the following day, Sara gave us a truly beautiful placentapill presentation: a pretty glass jar, a card, a CD of lullabies and a satin pouch. In which was part of my son's umbilical cord, fashioned into a heart. When I asked Sara what the hell I was supposed to do with that, she said people often use it to keep a baby's first tooth and lock of hair. That's when I realized that placenta-eating is really just the beginning of how gross we humans are. And I went to change my first diaper.
(JUST for your information this is NOT something I intend on doing. They can just toss it away. I prefer to just eat red meat for my iron and take pills for what that doesn't give me, lol...no offense to those who might want to do this...but *yuck*)
So I went to the store today :) And I love Perry's Birthday Bash icecream. They haven't had the last 3 times I've wen to buy some so I've been settling for Panda Paws with peanutbutter melted on it. Today it looked like they just restocked it so decided to take a peek. Some sales guy asked me what I kind I was looking for and went in the back and got me one :) How sweet! I love The Giant :) So I HAD to buy it :) I'm so excited, I'm going to have some for desert after I eat lunch :) hehehe
Thought I would share the pic of the tea set I got the other day :) So cute isn't it! Plus it's all fabric so i can wash it after Xavier and her play with it and get it all drool, lol. I have books too that are fabric so I can do the same thing :) (not that either can play with ALL the pieces in the this set right off, some are a little too small). I know it will be awhile before she gets to use it, but I bought it for $1.50...how could I NOT get it :)
(Newest embroidered items for Emilie :) I did a whole other group today but they are going straight into the wash so no pics right now)
(New belly pic!)
(the black dots should go away when I wash it.)
And just before you think that the cats weren't involved in some way with these pictures:
We did have an ultrasound, where we got more 3ds as you can see ;) Plus at the end there is one of her fingers AND toes :) So cute!
Weight = 6 1/2 lbs
Here Jason and I are waiting for the derby to start. We had just finished eating a blooming onion and french fries...such a healthy dinner ;)
They had a heat of nothing but drivers that were 12-15 years old. Which I have to say I was impressed, some of them drove better backwards than me! Lol. Here's a clip of them :)
So I took these pics for a Sparkpeople challenge I was on. Obviously I'm not trying to loose weight, but I still chat with my gals there. The first pic I was 12 weeks along, second pic 24 weeks and the last 37. I didn't realize until I was really looking at the pic that you see the three seasons I was pregnant in. I just wish they were more flattering pictures cause it's kind of neat :) I also wore the same shirt on purpose since it goes along with the challenge, etc.
I mean seriously check out this detail:
The whole thing is made of tiny x's...in different colors! NO way do I have the patience, same reason I will probably never knit again...
Every picture I took was blurry...so sorry...after 10 tries I just gave up.
