Spotting a trend
Ah, the arrival of today’s mail, with its inevitable “What will you do with your baby’s cord blood?” solicitation. Someone in the baby-industrial complex either (a) sold the fact of my wife’s pregnancy to advertisers, which seems like it should be an inexcusable breach of trust, or (b) (more likely) was able to figure out from credit card activity that she’s pregnant, which is incredibly creepy.
But, hey, monetize everything!
If you turn the placenta into powder or crystallized capsules, I’m gonna break up with the both of you.