Invasion of stinky-diaper aliens

I log in to the social scene accessible from facebook, what do I see? A load of photos of engagements, marriages, kids. Then it gets worse, once there are kids, even the photo of the kid burping is put up with grinning parents with the kid. While most of the travel, meeting and other normal pre-married life photos make sense to me, the kid scene is a bit much to handle.
I truly wonder if all the little bags of goo and drool are not just alien invasion that changed my otherwise sensible friends to a mass of mush! I feel lucky that the couples still keep some details to themselves, like the date and method of conception and the first poop colour. Other than that, almost everything is on social network. I dont know if they expect us to involve us into their lives or are just sharing the moments. I wonder what the pre-FB parents did to share these joyful to them, pain to others moments. Maybe they had secret societies where they met and then told the little details to each others. Maybe the other friends like me who have no inkling in appreciating a foot long, semi-human who is not even familiar to them, are supposed to keep out of this zone. I have full speech faculty and watching someone choke on words is a comedy at times, so, someone who cant speak is a mystery and an object of no interest to me. Their first words or the first steps and other first things must be very interesting to psychologists, biologists and other scientists interested in studying development and behaviour. On the other hand for a commoner like me, it holds no interest at all.
Worst yet is the part where you have to participate in the little ceremonies and be a part of their naming, birth and first year birthdays. Unfortunately these are a must social scene, else it means alienating yourself from your close friends from the pre-baby era.
Then, while these thoughts hog your mind, you just glance at this one picture. The picture where your friend is holding an alien lifeform, and for some reason the friend looks like they are in absolute bliss. You have seen this friend through absolute patches in life, you have made a joker out of yourself just for a twist in the lips that resembles a smile. You then realize, what the friend needed was just this little alien lifeform, to bring that heartwarming smile. If it is worth that smile, then this speech deficient, mass of muscles and fluids, stinky-diaper alien is absolutely precious.
At this point I pick up the phone and call the friend and ask how the bundle of joy is. As it truly is a bundle of joy, especially for the friend, and listening to the excitement in the friends voice gives me joy too. All I can hope at this point is may you and your family smile like this at all times.

Dedicating to all my friends new to parenting.