Or, that time I ate my placenta and lived to talk about it.
Whoa, whoa, whoa, back up. Did she just say placenta?
Okay I know what you are thinking. This is why I’m giving you ample warning before you continue reading. Here’s the short story: after Avery was born, I was afraid of getting postpartum depression again, so I had my placenta encapsulated and have been taking it in the form of pills for the last seven weeks.
Yes.
Really.
And here’s the end of the story: it totally worked. I feel better now than I’ve ever felt after having a baby before. I feel so good, in fact, that I’m encouraging everyone I know to do this. Seriously. And it isn’t just me. John totally agrees that I’m a different person than the usual post-birth-hormone-crazed-psycho-wife who takes out all her baby frustration on him.
We were both totally grossed out by the idea at first. This is how desperate I was to stay off antidepressants. So, in an effort not to offend or totally gross out all my friends, family, and readers, I’m not writing all about the experience here.
If you are interested, you can read all about my personal experience here.
If you are further interested, read about my placenta’s transformation into magic pills (with pictures!) here.
And if you now think I’m a complete freak and want nothing to do with me ever again, well, okay. I guess that’s the risk I run.
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