Eating the WHAT?

Jason wanted me to blog this one...

Nat and I were thrown a fun shower yesterday by Stina, event planner extraordinaire, and her hubby General Fuzz. It was small enough to get to chat with everyone, which was great (and something I regretted not getting a chance to do with everybody at the Massachusetts shower.) I have one more at work this week and then I think we're officially soaked in good wishes and stuff. We even had a shower-by-mail from the relatives in Missouri. Craziness!

Anyway, after the shower, Jason was interested in whether or not we were planning to partake of the placenta in a culinary sense. No way! I can see burying it under a lemon tree, maybe, or marveling at the fact that my body grew a whole new organ just to support this kid, but it seems pretty cannibalistic to actually eat the thing. Anyone out there know of anyone who has?

On a related note, we have looked into the lotus birth thing, which is basically the practice of not clamping and cutting the umbilical cord. Instead you keep the cord attached to the placenta so that all nutrients and blood can continue to fortify the baby. People clean and salt the placenta and keep it in a little sack until the cord naturally detaches at the belly button in a few days. I think it is a cool idea, but whether the hospital lets you walk out with your kid still attached is another issue...actually, I wonder if the hospital cafeteria ever prepares placenta. Supposedly it tastes like veal. Ick.