salad or fried with your afterbirth?

In the immortal words of Miranda Hobbes on Sex & The City: "No Judgement!"

Having said that - I can't help but be grossed out at the thought of eating my baby's placenta. Ever. Times journo Joel Stein wrote a funny column about how his wife had their son's afterbirth dried and converted into capsules, for her to eat and thus ward of postpartum depression. There's even a video of the whole process, if you dare. I watched it, and it confirmed my first reaction (see above). I'm sure it does a world of good, but, just... ew.