I remember a few years ago hearing a story of a woman who named her baby girl... Placenta. That's right... Placenta. I'm not sure what her problem was, but that poor girl is walking around this Earth giving people an image of a bloody organ.
Up until last night I had not given one thought about delivering the placenta. You think, "Oh, the baby's out!!! Give me my baby!!! OH... Phew... the hard work is over! Time to relax..." But, no. You have a few minutes to chill out before the uterine wall starts clamping and cramping down around the organ that provided nourishment to the baby for the past 10 months. A gush of blood comes trickling out and once again, you have to push. Granted, this is nothing compared to passing a child through the birth canal, and it only takes a few minutes compared to the hours of labor. It is the Third Stage of Labor, and an important one.
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Woah. I had no idea. Placenta is such a pretty name. It's right up there with Slagathor.
Will we eat it?
K- Slagathor is what we will call YOUR baby!! TIR...
J- we will not eat it!! maybe we can bury it... but i'm not going to eat it... have you seen one? maybe i should post an image for you... blah!!!
Yeah, post an image, oh Pregnancy Queen. I want to eat your organs!
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