Thirteen years ago today, Dr. Beldon induced labor and I was preparing to welcome a boy into the world. Brian was actually due on April 15th. Being the Brian who is never in a hurry, he decided he liked my womb and was not in any hurry to leave.
He was probably looking for his shoes back then too…
My ex-husband Terry and I kicked around some Irish boy names and were contemplating Brandon, Bret, Brendt and Brian. All that day, as Brian refused to budge (even with the help of Petocin) we still couldn’t decide on his name.
Back in 1995 VH1 played music all day and then at 5:00 pm switched to the Comedy Channel, a precursor to Comedy Central.
At 5:30 pm Brian finally decides to co-operate and allow himself to be coaxed out into the world as VH1 switches from music to comedy. Twenty minutes later, while in the middle of some major pushing and swearing, small voices can be heard saying:
“Brian: I’m not the Messiah! Will you please listen? I am not the Messiah, do you understand? Honestly!
Girl: Only the true Messiah denies His divinity.
Brian: What? Well, what sort of chance does that give me? All right! I am the Messiah!
Followers: He is! He is the Messiah!
Brian: Now, fuc* off!
Arthur: How shall we fuc* off, O Lord?”
My doctor turns around, looks up and says, “What in the heck is that? Do you want me to have it turned off?”
I look up and notice it is Monty Python’s Life of Brian.
“God no! Are you kidding me?” I respond, “It’s perfect.”
I sigh, “His name is Brian.”
Thus Brian was born during The Life of Brian.
However … we prefer to tell him he is named after Brian Boru.
Happy Birthday Brian.
Until next time-