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Dude, I think your fetus is beeping.
Combining 3D ultrasound with 3D printing can create a keychain-size portrait of your fetus.
Very fascinating. Extremely useful for understanding deformities or medical conditions in utero. Wicked cool. Potentially high entertainment value in a healthy pregnancy--especially if your kid's doing Munch's "The Scream" like the second example.
However, the idea that the best off-label use would be to "help blind mothers bond with their child" is clueless at best. The kid's not on backorder, numbnuts. It's lodged within the blind woman herself. Why is there such a hurry to bond, anyway? How is a lump of plastic be more moving (astonishing, terrifying, vulnerable, profoundly disturbing) than quickening itself?
Your child no longer defined in your hands for the first time by her own body, skin almost too soft to feel except for its heat. Now when you finally meet in the flesh she'll be weirdly big and elaborate compared to the tiny sculpture idealized by the Dremel that sanded the model smooth months ago. A sculpture composed by an ultrasound tech with all the artistic sensibility of a drunken upskirt photo. What a keepsake!
On the other hand, if you install a Tamagotchi chip in there for the partner to carry, settings variable by the person carrying the real baby, I may eventually be able to hear the phrase "we're pregnant" without vomiting.
Especially if it cannot be taken off, occasionally burbles sweetly and opens up to reveal candy, exudes biochemicals that profoundly affect the handler, gives random painful shocks, and simulates birth by exploding in your hand.
Very fascinating. Extremely useful for understanding deformities or medical conditions in utero. Wicked cool. Potentially high entertainment value in a healthy pregnancy--especially if your kid's doing Munch's "The Scream" like the second example.
However, the idea that the best off-label use would be to "help blind mothers bond with their child" is clueless at best. The kid's not on backorder, numbnuts. It's lodged within the blind woman herself. Why is there such a hurry to bond, anyway? How is a lump of plastic be more moving (astonishing, terrifying, vulnerable, profoundly disturbing) than quickening itself?
Your child no longer defined in your hands for the first time by her own body, skin almost too soft to feel except for its heat. Now when you finally meet in the flesh she'll be weirdly big and elaborate compared to the tiny sculpture idealized by the Dremel that sanded the model smooth months ago. A sculpture composed by an ultrasound tech with all the artistic sensibility of a drunken upskirt photo. What a keepsake!
On the other hand, if you install a Tamagotchi chip in there for the partner to carry, settings variable by the person carrying the real baby, I may eventually be able to hear the phrase "we're pregnant" without vomiting.
Especially if it cannot be taken off, occasionally burbles sweetly and opens up to reveal candy, exudes biochemicals that profoundly affect the handler, gives random painful shocks, and simulates birth by exploding in your hand.
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So this is where you are! I rarely remember to check Dwidth.
How is it coming with the massage therapy school idea? How are you and the household doing?