FTP stands for Failure to Progress. It’s applied to a woman whose contractions do not bring cervical changes. I feel like I have writers FTP. Like my ability to write about my personal life has stopped dilating. I actually told Peter the other day that I want to write so bad and when I try nothing happens. I told him in earnest that I have this big ‘ole word-baby in side of me and I’m stuck at 9.5cm for 8 hours with a cervical lip and I’m siting forward leaning over the toilet to get the lip to move and it’s just stuck and if I push then my cervix will swell and well…gosh. See. You get it.
My Placenta
I want to write about how I had my placenta encapsulated. I want to show y’all pictures of it and how it was done in my own kitchen and how taking my placenta pills made a huge difference for me in combating postpartum depression. But nope, nothing to write about there. I’m afraid people will freak out if I show pics of placenta on the internet anyway. And who does that stuff? That’s disgusting, you may never read my blog again if I post pics of my placenta.




