At this point some of you may be thinking, "But Clara was born in California and you're in North Carolina now... so how...?" And I'll tell you how. We packed up that placenta, put it on dry ice and shipped it across the country to a woman I barely knew here in NC. We labeled the contents as "meat." Very expensive meat. The woman to whom I shipped it was someone I had met on my visit to NC and we had spoken via the internet on a parenting type board. She had kind of offered when hearing about my placental dilemma, telling me she had a freezer in the garage with ample room for placentas and various body parts. So I took her up on the offer. When we arrived in NC I contacted her to try to pick it up but had a hard time getting a hold of her. Turns out her mom was in town so she had been busy but she later confessed that she had gotten a secret thrill by grossing her mom out with the information that she had another woman's placenta stored in her freezer.
Now you might be wondering why I've held on to the placenta for so long. And I'll tell you what I told the nice young gal at the UPS Store. "Let me lead off with this information: some people save the placenta to eat it. But not me. No, I just want to save it so I can bury it in my yard under a tree that we've planted. See? Not that weird in comparison."
But I have no explanation for that bottle of
2 comments:
rad. that is beyond rad. you really blow my mind sometimes. i love it!
I love when I'm not the grossest party guest ;) I can now pass the crown. lol!!
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