Tuesday, March 13, 2012

On Having Things and Eating Them, Too

The baby-to-be is 34 weeks old (I’m finally 17/20ths done with this pregnancy—now there's a milestone!) I myself am now 37. Years, that is. I found out I was pregnant with my first kid in my last days of being 33, and given that she’s just over two years old now, it doesn’t make sense to me that I’m 37 and still having babies. How did this happen? Where did the time go? When did I stop being twenty-seven? Why are all thoughts about adult birthdays such clichés?

To celebrate the day, I ate a breakfast of fresh coconut cake (homemade (per my annual request) by my show-offy husband) and took a shower all by myself while the show-offy husband took the two-year-old to the zoo for the morning. I had time to blow-dry my hair, touch up my months-old toenail polish, and apply lip gloss all without interruption. It was glorious. Though not as glorious as the cake.

The next night the still show-offy husband took the two-year-old out to dinner while I had a handful of girlfriends over for pizza and wine and homemade (by me) chocolate cake (you think I’d share that coconut cake? No chance.). Because three of us are pregnant and a fourth just had a baby, the conversation naturally turned to placenta eating.

Apparently this is now a thing—at least in Seattle—eating your placenta after giving birth to it.

I’m working on a longer essay on this phenomenon, so stay tuned. In the meantime, to each her own. (But seriously? Eeeeeeeeeeeewwwwwwwwww!)

Photo courtesy gracey, morgueFile


  1. Happy Birthday! I remember reading about the whole "eating your own placenta" thing when I was pregnant. Can't wait to read your thoughts on this "interesting" phenomenon...

  2. One of my best friends kept hers... I think she was planning on planting it with a tree or something. When I mentioned that I wasn't having anything to do with Finn's placenta after he was born she got all excited exclaiming "Give it to me! I'll use it! I have this tree..." but before she could finish I reminded her that her 18 month old's placenta is still in her freezer, and until she uses what she's got she should stop being such a greedy bitch.

  3. Well, I still have Matthew's in the freezer; as was Andrew's for 3.5 years until we finally buried it at Wilson Oaks shortly before moving to Idaho, because I certainly was not going to take a placenta on a 3-day, 1600-mile road trip. Three boys and a cat was about all I could handle. Did I mention I was also 34 weeks pregnant at the time?

    The thing to do, I understand, is to have it dried and encapsulated and take them like postnatal vitamins. You can even become a certified placenta encapsulation specialist. Ok, not something I am personally considering, but I keep up with the field because there are lots of interesting legal issues involved. Hm, I wonder how "expert in placenta law" would look on a resume.