Project Monkey

A small animation showing the change in the past three weeks:

Well it seems like it has been a few weeks since I posted an image of Leigh and the ever-increasing bump, so here it is a new image for you all to enjoy (she is now waddling and doesn’t like tying shoelaces – she’s sure to be glad I told everyone this ).

Something odd is happening folks, something very odd indeed…allow me to show you with this extract from the Journal of Markie D. Keating…

March 9th 2010

I awoke last night in a cold sweat, it was the third night running I had done so. My dreams were filled with the dark coils of a nightmare, of tendrils wrapping me in their grasp and dragging me down into the murky depths whose waters hold ancient secrets. I rose from my bed and glanced at the beautiful face of my sleeping wife, she seemed well rested, almost serenely beautiful in the cold light from the clocks LED. I went to the window and parted the curtains. By chance a stray beam of moonlight, silver and sharp in the darkened room, slanted across my wife’s midrift and brought into sharp relief the raised section of our expected progeny.

I gasped, did my eyes deceive me? Or did the skin on my wife’s stomach suddenly squirm and twist in Diana’s wan glow? I blinked to clear the residue of sleep that gummed my eyes and hopefully to clear the twisted thoughts that shivered across my synapses, the remnants of my horrid dream.

To calm myself I went to our dresser to once again marvel at the photographic keepsake of our still-unborn son, the image that I shall treasure forever. Perhaps it would soothe the troubled waters of my mind and ease the anguish of that desperate dream. I opened the thin card cover, gently smiling at the pictograph of a child’s toy that adorned the cover.

Then I gasped…

The card fell from my fingers and tumbled to the floor…

I could hardly breathe…

I couldn’t move as my feet were rooted to the spot in terror…

A primal, ancient scream, such as one that early man must have uttered when first the darkness came to snatch away his sanity rose from my lips…

But the image was stuck there, burned into my retinas and fixed in my mind where my thoughts unravelled taking with them my senses…

We had created in our dark lusts the very thing that my night-time travels had uncovered, we had brought into being, the Sprogaloth, child of Cthulu…

So Leigh’s cake layer continues to shrik as Flash, formerly known as the Pudding Bump, continues to develop and spread out giving himself womb to manouvre

Latest images reveal that Leigh is at least happy with this situation.

Don't you dare say anything about cake

She looks very happy about this

Okay I have been implicated in a potential false claim, to whit, that I have put across the message that my wife cannot feel the kicking of our active sprog due to her ‘cake layer’. I didn’t start this rumour, as it is not a rumour. I merely report to you all a fact. My wife has always claimed she has a second, ‘pudding’, stomach, I do not dispute her right to claim that. I claim that it is this stomach that prevents her feeling the kicking because I have seen the truth and you can also. If you look closely at the -FULL- copy of the 20 week scan (which I have helpfully labelled for you) you can clearly see Flash, the Placenta and then Cake Layer I claim is the cause of her feeling nothing.

So, apparently I’m supposed to blog stuff here.
Blog blog blog.
Not enough? Well alrighty then, I might as well waffle about Flash for a bit. As I write this I’m 22 weeks along, and have I felt any kicks yet? Have I b*****ks. While I feel a little aggrieved that the pregnancy book promised kicks between 16-22 weeks and they have yet to be forthcoming, I take some solace in the fact that the cartoon lady who’s diary is in that book hasn’t felt anything yet either, so at least I’m not alone. I’d figured we might have a lazy baby on our hands here.
We were at the hospital for our check up yesterday and I was asked if he was moving regularly. Regularly? At all would be nice, I said to the very pleasant lady who introduced herself as our consultant’s registrar. So she measured me, declared Flash’s house to be just the right size for him, then got out the Doppler to have a listen to his heartbeat. Then she looked surprised.
“He’s moving a lot! Can you really not feel that?”
“Nope! Not a sausage.”
“Well, he seems happy in there.”
“It must be your cake layer,” says my dotting hubby. Thanks, my love.
So the good news is Flash is dancing around, even though I can’t feel him. The other good news is it’s cake Friday and someone just handed me a pink marble cupcake! Yum. Life is good. And no, I don’t think those two things are connected….

So it was the 20-week, bite broken and torn fingernails some more, scan today and we were a little nervous. But, it was fine. All is well with the little pudding that Leigh is growing in her cake-belly (9 months at Regulo Wifey).

The only detail they couldn’t see was the Baby’s face (he lay on his back the entire time kicking at the Placenta) so they couln’t check that, but the brain, spine, heart, stomach, kidneys and all that Jazz seem to be developing well.
Also we can now say ‘He’ as it is a boy. They will state that they are not 100% positive of this, me, I say “but he has dangly bits”.

What is in a name?

I have already been asked about a name, and my initial response is that we are calling him Flash during his bump life. But, Isamabrd Kingdom Brunell was called Kingdom as his father believed if you name your child with greatness they will become great. I like that andf it was true for Brunell, so I think Flash Empire Keating, then one day there may be a Flash Empire Empire