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November 7, 2020November 7, 2020 @thearielseries

The Ariel Family Doubles: Our Furry Boys

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We are C3 & Maya authoring and creating The Ariel Series (@thearielseries). We’re sharing our life together as a Deaf and queer couple and our journey in building a family. We are currently pregnant with our first child which was conceived via artificial insemination. We’re looking to adopt and participate in foster care in the future as well. Hop on and have at it!

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My first journal entry about Maya, written on February 28, 2017, eight months after we first met and a day before we started dating ✨
What is a Family Unity celebration? ✨
TW: Miscarriage, Loss ⚠️
“Why am I seeing their two bare bellies touching one another?”
I bought the facepainting markers. I showed Maya what I purchased and said I wanted to do some belly art sometime. They collected dust on my nightstand. Maya remembered what I wanted to do and reminded me. I moved the markers to the end of the bed to remember when we had a moment’s free time to do belly art. The markers fell on the floor. The cats slept on them. The box got a bit smooshed. Maya reminded me again about the markers. I put them on a stool in the family room by her favorite blue chair. Three weeks after purchasing the markers, on a Sunday afternoon, I suddenly had the urge to spend some time with Bryo. But they’re not even on earth side yet??? I haven’t even met them. And yet, I wanted to spend time with my child. With a moment of free time, I asked Maya to take a nap on the blue chair. Lifting her shirt back to expose the womb, I smiled, feeling the presence of Bryo as they poked up an elbow? a knee? a foot? “Hi, sweet one. It’s your Baba here. I wanted to spend some time with you. I’m going to draw on Mama’s belly while talking with you. Is that okay?” Bryo poked at the surface again in response. My eyes glistened as I acknowledged the reality. I am a parent now - not when Bryo is born. I am a parent, talking with my child. Spending time with my child. My little 4.5 pounder, just beneath that safe, warm, protective skin. As I lay strokes of multi-colors over the sacred sphere, I whispered, “You’re so lucky to have the Mama you have. She keeps rubbing her belly, showing you she’s there. I’ll tell ya, she’ll always be there for you. She’ll be on whatever sideline there is, waving to let you know she’s right there. Like she rubs her belly every day, she’ll be tucking you into bed every night. And let me tell ya, her hugs fill your soul right up. Your Mama is phenomenal, my sweet one.”
Many of you may be thinking, “How does Maya feel,” with regard to C3’s gender journey.

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