During my second meeting with my Doula before I gave birth, Emilie revealed a secret fascination with placentas. I can’t remember all her reasons, honestly. Something about them reminding her of a tree, the vessels extending outwards through the makeshift organ like branches reaching toward heaven.
What does this have to do with eating Paleo?
“When I see your placenta, I’ll be able to tell,” Emilie warned.
“Tell what?” I asked.
“Your diet — if you got enough protein, how healthy you ate.”
I was a little surprised, as you can imagine, and intensely curious. What would my placenta say about me? I was pretty confident I’ve never eaten so healthy in my life as during my pregnancy. Arik and I decided to go Paleo, mostly, while keeping eggs and milk and not eating Paleo whenever we went out to eat or went to someone’s house. Even then, I tried sticking to vegetables in lieu of grains and potatoes and processed foods whenever possible (that is the heart of the Paleo diet).
Fast forward to a couple of days after I gave birth.
J: “Hey Emilie! How’s it going?”
E: “What did you eat??”
J: “Excuse me?”
E: “Seriously. What did you eat while you were pregnant???”
J: Uh oh… “Paleo, mostly… Candy, maybe more often than I should have…”
E: “You seriously have the biggest, most beautiful placenta I have ever seen in my life!”
Weirdest ego boost ever.
So whenever I think about shifting my diet back to the potatoes, rice, pasta, and bread-based bonanza that was my diet pre-pregnancy, I think of my placenta and how cool it made me feel.
Is that weird?