I was talking to a friend today. She's a midwife. We were talking about midwifey-womanish things: panty-liners, curling irons, squealing, and how much we like the color pink.
Wednesday, May 19, 2010
The topic of IUDs came up. You know, intrauterine devices, a very small object placed in a woman's uterus that stops that uterus from growing a baby. Since she's a midwife, she installs and removes them all the time. She jokingly asked if someday I'd like to keep an IUD and scrapbook it.
"Uh, what?" I asked, "You can't be serious."
And with that she sighed and said, "Yes. I've had women ask to keep the removed IUD so they could scrapbook it."
AND THEN MY HEAD EXPLODED, INTERNET.
If you want to you can go read a thing I wrote for Vanessa's blog about how nursing my first child was very hard, how I cried, and then it changed my life. Be warned, male readers, I write about nursing over there, which may or may not be appropriate for your delicate lily eyes.