I've been traumatized by many a scary movie in my day. It comes from watching far too many nasty movies at far too young an age. My mother admits today that she doesn't know what on earth she could have been thinking to allow her young (I'm talking 6 or 7) year old daughter watch Children of the Corn. I vividly remember being so scared watching it alone on the couch when my mother went to answer the phone in the kitchen that I couldn't move. By the time she got back to me I was covered in sweat. And so was the couch. Or, maybe it was pee. No. Probably sweat.
You'd think that would have stopped me from watching the freaking movies, but it didn't. Of course I went on to watch the crazy Nightmare on Elm Street and Friday the 13th movies with my girlfriends at sleepovers. Loving and hating them at the same time. And I watched all the classics like The Shining, Mommy Dearest (okay- that's not a horror movie. but it always scared me), The Exorcist (I still can't watch that movie in one sitting), Psycho, and The Omen with my mom. Every once in a while (especially when I'm alone at night) a scene from one of these horror movies will pop into my head out of nowhere and really freak me out.
But I've found that there is one movie in particular that is haunting me lately, as it has with every pregnancy.
The movie itself doesn't really scare me, but there is one scene that seems to have traumatized me. The scene where Rosemary is preparing dinner in the kitchen and cutting up raw meat. Without thinking she takes the raw meat and begins devouring it. She is enjoying it. Loving it. And then she catches a glimpse of herself in a mirror (or maybe it is a toaster...hmm) and she is horrified. She immediately throws up in the sink.
For some reason, every time I am making dinner and handling raw meat (only during pregnancy) that scene pops in my head and I'm paranoid that I might just start ramming raw meat down my throat. I can't get the thought out of my head and so the whole time I'm preparing the meat I'm gagging. It is disgusting.
Now why would that even pop in my head? I mean, it is not like I think I am pregnant with satan's child or anything. Sure, I've called Todd a devil before, but REALLY. I was only kidding.
Whatever the reason I wish it would stop, because I can barely handle the raw meat without gagging now the way it is. I don't need this nasty image in my head.
So tell me. Am I crazy? Shall I seek professional help? Or are you haunted by a particular horror scene too?