In terms of motherhood (and life in general), I’m usually a pretty big believer of the old adage, “My right to swing my fist ends where your nose begins.” Because, let’s face it, people get up to some seriously weird shit. If you think about it too much, it will upset you. Never has this been more apparent than when I started learning that women do all sorts of things with their placentas. Wonderfully creative but very, very weird things.
They plant their placentas.
But not this, OK? Not. This.
Side note: When I saw my own placenta, my first thought was that it looked like the inside of a giant’s scrotum.