Ramblings of an Expectant Dad: Part 2
So, Placenta cookbooks are a thing. (I.. wait, what???) That was my first reaction. Followed closely by a series of guttural retching noises that I was heretofore unaware could be produced by my body. Once the pallor in my cheeks subsided and color returned to my flesh, I began to understand that yes, the whole "parental consumption of mom's internal bits" thing is indeed a thing , and a thing more common than I would have ever guessed. (*gack*) Me too. I think I'm gonna let this one slide into that recess of my mind where I store things like clowns, Keanu Reeves' acting skills, the new Jeep "Cherokee" and that time I accidentally called my second grade teacher "mom". (Probably best.) I'm sure we'll revisit the discussion as we get closer to birth. For those playing the home game, that's approximately "the square root of 19,600" days from now, give or take. But…