What up, Mom? Put down that coffee and grab a wine. Get ready for another episode of nursing and cursing,

parenting podcast that covers more shit than your baby's full diaper. I'm Kate. I'm a stay-at-home mom of

three living in Brooklyn, New York. Hi, I'm Christine. I'm a freelance video editor and first-time mom

living in L.A. Allie here, podcasting from South Kona, Hawaii, where I live up on a mountain farm with my husband and two sons.

Hi, I'm Molly, and I live in Los Angeles, California, working as a mom of a toddler and a second grade teacher.

And I'm Sarah, your in-house expert. I'm a nurse practitioner and recovering postpartum nurse in Brooklyn, New York.

We move mountains just to find the time to record ourselves shooting the shit every week.

And here it is.

Mail Kemp.

Put your curks down.

Hey, welcome to nursing and cursing.

Ladies and gentlemen, this week, we are discussing

placentas. And I want to start by saying my son is two years old and mine is actually still in the

freezer. Hang on, just calling the cops on you, Molly. Be right back. Oh, God. I don't know. I have big plans for it.

Funny enough, Molly, yours was in my freezer for about four months. It is like freezer hopping.

Thank you for doing that for me. It's because, you know, the dula at the time of the birth,

the nurse came in and she said, oh, would you like to take your placenta home? And I was like, what?

Why do I need that?

I don't need that shit.

No, I don't need that.

And my doula said, I'll take it.

And I thought, no, bitch, you're going to get your hands off my placenta.

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