the long cut

It wasn't until we got the final coat of 'lemon meringue' onto the accent wall of the formal dining room that it dawned on me: When we moved in, the walls were yellow.  We painted three coats of white over the 'dated' yellow and now we have painted yellow over the white.

placenta encapsulation

I've long been fascinated by hippy culture.  I may have gone too far trying to prove it.  Woo, look at me, Mother Earth incarnate.  The pregnancy was my chance to be as bohemian as possible.

An opportunity to take pre-natal yoga.  A chance to have an unmedicated home birth and show them all how tough I am.  The time to employ a swarm of holistic practitioners with their smoking needles and expensive vitamins.

I think that as I become a conservative housewife, I must be trying to prove how wild and crazy I really am.  Is that the reason I had my placenta encapsulated?  It was only meant as a joke!  I just wanted to freak out my friends!

Almost all mammals consume their placenta after birth.  Even some humans.  In Traditional Chinese Medicine it's something of a tradition.  Eating placenta is meant to have benefits like increased milk supply, vitamins and iron, and lower rates of postpartum depression.  The Naturopath and Midwives support the practice (although they will be the first to admit that there is no scientific proof of its benefits).

Also, you can get your placenta dehydrated and put into capsules.  You don't have to dig in with a knife and fork.  The doulas offer it as a service here.

Here I am $275 poorer with a jar full of pills staring at me in the face. Gross! Who ordered these? It was supposed to be a joke.
"You paid for them, you're eating them!"
Now I have to eat them.