Placenta…it’s what’s for dinner!


Okay, okay… so I didn’t have my husband grill my placenta in the back yard and serve it up on a Tuesday night, but I did consume my placenta. Why? First, let me say that I’m a self-proclaimed “crunchy” mom, meaning I had a water birth attended by a midwife and a doula, I cloth diaper, I use coconut oil as diaper rash cream, and…oh yeah…I ingested my placenta. Before you cast all the hippie stereotypes upon me, I’d like to add that I have a full time job working in corporate America, I don’t own a single piece of macramé clothing, and I have never driven a Prius (although, my first car WAS a VW bug!). Read my full post.

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