Ultrasounds

I am not a big fan of people posting ultrasound and pregnant belly pictures on Facebook. If it's your thing, I apologize, but when I have insomnia at 4am and log on to accept your friend request I do not want to be bombarded with a profile picture that looks something like this: Click Here.

This one is not even sufficiently creepy enough in comparison, but I could not find a Googlized image that does justice to how horrified I was. I thought about stealing the one from my Facebook "friend" but I couldn't quite bring myself to do it. This is what happens though when you post inappropriately intimate pictures on a public domain. You leave yourself open to creepy fetal picture stalkers.

I am not sure why this bothers me so much, other than the breech of intimacy with many "friends" who are really virtual strangers. And the fact that I just find these 3D ultrasound pictures to be incredibly creepy. It is strange. I am a nurse, so I feel my tolerance level for blood, guts and gore is relatively high. I can handle seeing a brain in the real world. I can handle the bloodiness and smell of an operating room (most people don't think about the smell, but it is quite disturbing I'll describe it to you sometime if you'd like, but I'll refrain from broaching that subject here for those faint of heart). I can even handle babies that are about the same size as this fetus when they come into the world too quickly. I can place them in an incubator and look at the tubes and wires and reddened non-formed skin and care for them. They look like little aliens, but they are sort of cute in their own way. But for some reason this picture of it in utero freaks me out. As does listening to a funeral director discuss the emballing process. As do eyeballs. In almost any situation. I was lying in bed the other night and my overhead recessed lighting made a popping noise which for some reason lead my brain to thoughts of shattering lightbulbs, jagged glass shards raining down and what would happen if one of them landed in my eyeball. Completely irrational line of thought, but it had me sweating and cowering under the covers.