Now look. The placenta is amazing and all that. And I have loads of respect for it. But come on. It ain't perfect. It doesn't stop EVERYTHING harmful from getting to the fetus/baby. It sometimes doesn't even place itself right in the uterus.
Once the placenta decides to evolve and figure out a way to make it so that I can smoke and drink and get high during my pregnancy without possibly fucking up my baby, I'll be more than happy to stuff it, but it an outfit, and put it on my shelf. But until then, it gets a merry "Thank you" and tossed in the biohazard bag at the end of the day.
The F word gets its own book.
It's the third fucking edition (and one of the best-fucking-respected works of lexicography in recent decades). (I heart the little fucker).
ignoring disturbing teddy bear talk
Mark my words - this will fuck him more than it will help.
Yeah, that's what I'm afraid of....
Me, too, tommy. A lot of wingnuts are already concerned over Messiah Obama and this is just going to feed that.
In thinking about things other than work, I was wondering if it would be weird to make bread with kalamata AND spicy green olives and maybe sundried tomatoes as well? I am trying to use things up in a delicious way. Maybe throwing in the green can parmesan would tie it all together?
My squick is less over the teddy bear and more over the casual assumption that most right-minded eco-friendly women are going to eat it, rather than letting the hospital staff dispose of it along with all of the other bio-waste associated with giving birth.
I'll admit, throwing the placenta away is probably not the greenest option. Maybe we should be composting them for the hospital's community garden or something. But NO eating and NO keepsakes!
It's the third fucking edition (and one of the best-fucking-respected works of lexicography in recent decades). (I heart the little fucker).
Fucking awesome! I did not fucking know that.
Maybe we should be composting them for the hospital's community garden or something. But NO eating and NO keepsakes!
Oh god, I wish I hadn't eaten breakfast already.
My squick is less over the teddy bear and more over the casual assumption that most right-minded eco-friendly women are going to eat it, rather than letting the hospital staff dispose of it along with all of the other bio-waste associated with giving birth.
Planting is the other option that's popular. I think my sis-in-law planted hers. I, on the other hand, asked to see mine so I could remember its face when I SAW IT IN HELL.
Ahem.
I had issues with my placenta, clearly. Fucking bed rest.
Oh god, I wish I hadn't eaten breakfast already.
Just dying for a nice slice of fried placenta and onions? I bet it tastes like liver. Mainly because it looks like liver.
::hates on Plei::
I don't remember seeing any of mine. I can't say that I mind.