In this journey into the Land of Motherhood, there have been 3 highlights. And the names of those highlights are:
Abel Michael Glenn Brignola, 27 June 2011
I knew there was risk of being sick on the way, but I assumed I was above all of that. That was for my mom and my sister, but it wouldn’t happen to me.
And so, of course, it did happen to me. I got all the joys of morning-noon-and-night sickness, during which every day was about finding that one thing to eat that might ease the nausea. It’s a tricky thing, pregnancy sickness. One day, milk helps you feel better, the next day it won’t stay down for 3 seconds.
It’s a mean thing, I tell you.
But I conquered it.
At least, that’s how I like to think about it.
But I survived it, somehow, and at the end of it, there was Abel. And was he worth it? Yes, yes he was. But did I forget the pain and the sickness, like some people told me I would? No. No I did not.
Did I get over it?
I’m still working on it.
Gabri?l Michael Glenn Brignola, 6 November 2012
This time around I knew what to expect. I prepared to be sick and gained 50 pounds ahead of time, so that it wouldn’t matter if I lost some weight.
No. No I did not.
I did, however, gain weight during the pregnancy, because that is, apparently, what one does while being pregnant. One gains weight. And then other people come up to you and touch your belly and tell you that Oh! You’re carrying to the front! It’s a boy! They are just so sure it’s a boy!
Why, I ask you, why are pregnant woman’s bellies all of a sudden public property?
Luckily, I’m very chill about this. I do not murder anybody who does this, I just laser them into tiny little pieces with my laser-look. You know, the whole ‘if looks could kill’? I got it down.
Anyway.
Despite my preparations, or maybe because of them, I did not get sick for longer then a week. I was terrified it would come back the entire rest of the pregnancy, and was hugely relieved, because, like I said, it’s mean.
The birth was not painful at all, it was like sitting in the middle of the woods in an open spot of green grass with lovely flowers and the sun shining down on my glossy hair that was swaying in the wind, some background music, a cold glass of kombucha in my hand…
Just kidding. I wasn’t drinking kombucha yet back then.
But there he was. Because a he it was and a she it wasn’t.
But he was a very beautiful he. Because he looked like me. And I was a very beautiful she and therefore he was the perfectest he.
Caleb Theodore Brignola, 9 March 2015
The third time around I didn’t know what would happen with that all-day sickness, and I happily missed out on most of it. I did get more depressed than the other two times, to make up for not being sick, I guess.
This time I did not feel like waiting to see if it would be a girl for 9 months, and so we found out beforehand. It was a he, I tell you. I didn’t want to admit it the first two times, in fact, I didn’t want to admit it until the very last scan, when I really and truly saw him pee. ?And then the last shred of hope left me.
Again, however, the he was a very beautiful he, and the most well behaved baby of all times. I don’t know what it is about us…we just have that extra something, you know, that makes for perfect babies.
And so it happened that we got our three musketiers.
They might not be able to wear cute dresses and have pigtails and braids in their hair, they make up for it in hugs and kisses and fierce brother love.
Because although they can fight just as loudly as any other kids, if anybody else dares to say a word to another one…well, there’s backup.
If I can give you some advice?
Don’t risk it.
This post is part of a series.
The children are as well. We call ?it the Brignola-Van Calster series, and we’ve got edition 1, 2 and 3. Right now, we do not plan on getting the 4th edition,?since we got the Extreme Editions,?but one never knows, especially when the editions are as exceptionally awesome as?ours. I mean, look at that. You could not possibly have another opinion on it, now, could you?
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