Well, I was going to show you my placenta. Not that anybody asked or dared me, but just because...
Because i'm proud of it. I mean, it takes a lot of work to make a big, meaty organ like that. And the picture is just fascinating.
But then I realized that my husband might not like his work colleagues to see my bloody guts. That would totally destroy any claim I had to dignity, poise, and grace. Right?
Because nice, well-mannered girls simply don't go around showing people their gooey afterbirth.
At least, I think that's what Emily Post said.