Congrats!

As we continued to focus on our careers and our son, we tired for a baby without expecting anything in return. On December 11, 2009, I had a positive test! We were more than excited! After hugging and jumping... oh, and a high five, we quickly came back to reality. We had already faced challenges. Miscarriages. Ectopic pregnancy. Come to find out more women experience miscarriages than I thought... I was so confused about miscarriages. It was something I had never talked about or researched. Nonetheless, here we were, pregnant. We told no one, made our doctor appointment and strapped in for the ride of a lifetime.

I was 5 weeks and the ultrasound showed two sacs! OMGoodness! Twins... The doctor said, "We see two sacs and this could mean twins or not. We will check in a few weeks."

So, here we go... 8 weeks! The appointment to see if there is two. The nurse walks in and asks me to get undressed from the waist down.

Of course I will. Let me get more comfortable and prepare to be violated.

Since I am not far along, the ultrasound has to be vaginal! (Not fun and why is does it feel so awkward when your husband is in the room). The screen was facing us... and there they are... two sacs (one with a one little seahorse and the other sac with two little seahorses). I say nothing, but I have google-d more than you can imagine in 3 weeks about twins and ultrasound and HCG levels. (I was an at risk pregnancy because of my history... I knew more than I should and I had doctor status.) The nurse quickly turned the screen towards her and said she would be right back. I looked at my husband and smiled because I knew he had no idea what was about to be told to us. When the nurse came back with a second nurse... they confirmed. The screen was turned back towards us and she said, "Well, there is two sacs. One with one baby. And the other egg split and there are two in this sac. Identical twins. Triplets." I giggled... laughed out loud, and she still had the "probe" thing inside my area. No one else laughed, maybe me laughing was inappropriate because I could feel the "probe" thing moving up and down from my giggles.

We left there and it hadn't set in yet. Three. Three. THREE.

One. And Identical twins.

Our first child we had in college and we were too stupid to think about... how are we going to feed him? What happens next? We have to pay for college?

Well, now... everything was scrambling through our minds! TRIPLETS.

Triplets.