I ate my placenta. No, I didn’t deep fry it and serve it for dinner, but I ingested it and am a firm believer in

“When are you due?” It seems like such a harmless question that everyone wants to know the answer to when you’re pregnant. The tricky part,

After my baby shower, one of my closest friends, Megan, approached me again about whether I would be interested in having a Blessingway. I thought