Natural seems like such a very, very long time ago.
So now I still have this strong desire to have this "natural" experience, which seems really silly considering that my potential future child was conceived in a room where everyone was wearing sterile booties and where neither the father nor I were in the same area code. Is it retarded that I am now ruminating over corn syrup? I have, in some ways, still been good: I learned a lot about phthalates back in the day and I avoid them in products whenever I can. (Except for deodorant. Sorry people, just keepin it real here. I do chase 5-year-olds for a living, it can be a sweaty gig.) But I do see the irony in the whole thing. Or is it just me?