One fateful morning

Even though it’s been nearly two years since the fateful day, I don’t think I ever posted on my blog the detailed story of how we found out we were having triplets. It’s still pretty vivid in my mind, after all this time, so I think I will post it now. Just so I have it written. Since this is as close as the boys will ever get to a baby book. Heh.

It was June 6, 2007. A Wednesday. I was 7 weeks and 3 days pregnant.

I’d already had an appointment with my OB three weeks prior, when I was just four and a half weeks pregnant. At that appointment, I just talked to the doctor, he did an exam, and I had some blood tests done. It was confirmed I was indeed pregnant, but that was it. No ultrasounds or anything (not that there would have been anything to see at that point.)

So that first ultrasound. My OB did ultrasounds on all of his pregnant patients at around seven weeks to rule out ectopic pregnancies. It was a morning appointment. George came with me. I was so nervous, because I hadn’t had any morning sickness yet. I didn’t feel pregnant at all. We’d just gotten back from California, and the memory of the noodles we’d eaten at a restaurant in Chinatown made me kind of queasy, but that’s it. We went through the drive-through of a McDonald’s on the way there so I could get something to drink and George could get a bite to eat. I was far too nervous to eat.

We got to the doctor’s office and signed in at the ultrasonographer’s office. I was nervous. So nervous. It wasn’t a long wait, but it might as well have been hours. Finally, I am called back. George had to wait in the waiting room during the ultrasound, but he would be allowed to come back after the tech had taken all measurements and such.

I’d heard you were supposed to have a full bladder for this early of an ultrasound but fortunately, the technician said I wouldn’t need to, so she let me use the bathroom before we got started. Soon enough, I was up on the table, and the ultrasound began.

I couldn’t see the screen, and the technician was quiet. Very quiet. Every so often she’d ask me to hold my breath while she clicked things on her keyboard and moved the wand around. A few minutes in, she asked, “have you had any morning sickness?”

I replied, “no,” and assumed the worst. Why would you ask such a thing? Clearly it was because there was no baby in there. I stared at the ceiling tiles and just willed her to tell me already. Just give me the bad news. I was prepared. Just stop torturing me. But she continued to click and scan and have me hold very still.

After an eternity, she asked me to go get George, so he could take a look. At this point, I was somewhat relieved. She didn’t seem to have terrible news for us, and she wouldn’t ask George to take a look if there was nothing good to see, right? So I went and got him from the waiting room.

{{At this point, I my memory is somewhat foggy. You can understand, right? Shock does that to you.}}

We walk in, and as I go to sit back on the table, she says something that will change our lives forever.

“You’re having triplets.”

I just remember at that point, completely withdrawing into myself. The entire world shrinking to the size of a pea, I don’t know, was I blacking out? Utter and complete shock. I don’t know. I laid back on the table, and grabbed George’s hand. He was silent. He was sitting. I don’t remember if he said anything. The first things that ran through my head were terror and disappointment. I was scared. I wasn’t supposed to have multiples! I wanted a natural childbirth, a fun stroller, cloth diapers, breastfeeding. I could see all of these expectations of parenthood slipping away.

High risk pregnancy. Bedrest. Miscarriage. Premature babies. It was scary. I was not excited. I think I cried a little. Or I wanted to.

Then the tech asked us if we wanted a recording of the ultrasound. I said yes, of course. George looked through his wallet for ten dollars. He gave it to her and she put a DVD into the machine to record the rest of the scan.

And you can watch that part for yourself…

After the scan was done, we had to go upstairs to my OB’s office to talk to him. We sat in the waiting area and I could see nurses peeking into the room, staring at us and whispering to each other. Oh yes, the freak show had begun.

We went into his office, and he said, “oh yes, I thought your uterus felt big at your last appointment.” Ha ha!

But then we talked about the dangers. Possible complications. “Don’t tell anyone it’s triplets until you hit twelve weeks.” And then there was, “you were built for a triplet pregnancy!” And George’s favorite, “Go. Have a drink. Both of you. I don’t normally tell my patients this, but Pam, have a glass of wine. Let it sink in.” In a daze, we left the office, and got into my car.

“We’re going to need a minivan.”

We headed to the pub. It wasn’t even noon, but our friend James, the owner, let us in and served us our drinks. Of course we told him. I called my mom. She laughed. I called my friends. Most of them didn’t believe me. I couldn’t blame them, I barely believed it myself. I went back to work, and informed my coworkers. It was a surreal day.

And two days shy of six months later, the boys were born. :)


Oh yummmmmmmy. George and I just got back from our anniversary dinner, even though the actual date isn’t until Monday. We’re celebrating early since Kristina is coming tomorrow for a week (wahoo!)

We went to a restaurant called Clancy’s, and the service was great and the food was great and the atmosphere was…great. (Need new adjectives.) Let me describe my delicious meal…

First, I had a salad of lump crabmeat (a TON of it) over a bed of mixed greens, and a creole mustard-caper dressing. Oh holy cow. I mean, there was a TON of crabmeat. Almost literally. I swear. It was so good. Then for my entree, I had scallops in a butter sauce with mashed potatoes and vegetables. They were fancy mashed potatoes, of course. I think she mentioned truffle oil, but I don’t know about that. Anyway, the scallops were huge and amazing. I loooove scallops. For dessert, we split their house specialty dessert, a lemon icebox pie. It was sooo good.

George had a white bean and andouille sausage soup and an amazing pork tenderloin with mashed sweet potatoes and vegetables. Holy crap, that pork was good. I don’t order it in restaurants, but that dish would have changed my mind. Sooo good.

The waitress was nice enough to have the bartender make me a faux Cosmopolitan, so I even felt somewhat normal for a bit. Torturously, they sat us in the “wine room”, which is lined in wine bottles. Sigh. So tempting.

After dinner, we met some friends out at a neighborhood bar, where I had a rare glass of wine. On top of so much food, I didn’t feel guilty for a bit. It was so good (and probably crap wine, even.)

So tomorrow night Kristina’s coming in. Yay! I am v v v excited. Woo!


I do want to post more, but my fingers are so darn stiff! It’s really hard. Ugh. But post I will! I will persevere!

Today is my first day not going into the office. Though, technically that’s tomorrow, since today is a holiday. Today I’m going to get my car inspected, get my eyes examined, and go buy another pair of lounging pants, since that’s what I’ll be doing from here on out.

I’m going to order some new glasses, too, since I figure I won’t be putting in my contacts much once the babies are born. So may as well have some new glasses, eh? That’ll be fun. I like new glasses.

Kristina will be here in less than a week! Yippee! I can’t wait. It’s going to be nice to get so much done around here, and to have company during the day – even though of course I’ll be working as well.

Last night, we went on a “hayride” around the neighborhood with some of the kids. A friend put some bales of hay in a trailer that he hitched to his SUV. It was v fun. I dressed as a pregnant woman. Heh. So creative. It was really fun, though.

Ultrasound pics!

Had a very productive day yesterday, and a very unproductive day today. Yesterday we bought a crib, got another one from a friend, and bought a ton of stuff for the house. Then, since Annie was in town, we drove to visit Ren and Gary. Now, let me say here that GARY suggested that we peek at the babies, NOT ME. Anne doesn’t get to see hers as much as Ren and I do, so it would have been wrong to say “no thanks”!

So we took a little looky-loo (hey, I still made it TWO WHOLE WEEKS between ultrasounds) and all looked well. Nothing too in-depth, but I got a few cute pictures. They’re up on flickr:

Tuesday is my appointment with the Maternal-Fetal Medicine specialist. Should be fun.

Lookie at cute little Emiloctopus!


I’d like to note right now the sucky side-effects of pregnancy that I’m experiencing:

– my ankles and feet are starting to swell. Already. To the point where shoes aren’t fitting. Is it the heat? I drink a ton of water, but maybe I need to drink two tons. Suggestions?

– the lovely zits that are gracing my chest, back, and neck. Purty.

– getting winded going up a flight of stairs. Remember that marathon I did that one time? (Okay, fine, that was four years ago. How about the half-marathon I did in February with Kettie.) It’s hard to believe I was ever in that kind of cardiovascular shape. Sigh.

Okay, that’s enough bitching for now. Just wanted to document that. Yeah.

Had a fun weekend. Babysat Liam Friday night (he completely wore me out, but fortunately he was okay with running around while I laid on the couch.) Saturday I went to the French Quarter with Stephanie and Liam – most likely the last time I’ll do that much walking for a long time. My feet still hurt. But it was fun and totally worth it. And yesterday we went over to their house for a barbecue. I ate a ton of salad and some grilled meat, too, which means I think I’m getting over some of my food aversions. Both of those things were repugnant to me just a few weeks ago.

Oh yeah, one cool thing…on Saturday night, I met a triplet! A grown-up triplet! He has an identical brother and a sister, and it was pretty cool to get info from him. He was very reassuring, except for the part where he spoke of the “spectacular fights” they could get into. Sigh… ha ha!

July 24, 2007

Everyone….take a lesson from Kettie. Kettie has been showering the triplets with gifts ever since I found out about them. This is good. We like gifts. I mean, babies like gifts. First it was a big ol’ box of onesies (19!) and washclothes and swaddling blankets. Today it was three of these cute little diaper holders, in pink and brown dots. Does she know me, or what? THANK YOU KETTIE! I guess we have one name set now…Kettie.

The other name is going to have to be Amelia, after our sweet little friend in Pittsburgh. Thanks to Miss Amelia, I was able to order a bunch of maternity clothes from Old Navy. I do love maternity clothes. I can’t imagine going back to constricting waistbands ever again. Why would I do that?

But seriously, if I were going to name babies after everyone who has been so generous already, I’d need to be having a lot more than three. I have wonderful friends and family. I could get teary here, but my brother would just make fun of me for it.

PS Don’t watch Ace of Cakes (on the Food Channel) unless you have a box of cake mix in the pantry. Thank goodness I do! Mmmm, cake.

Quick post

Quick post before I’m late for work:

– got Harry Potter, read it on Saturday. V good.

– saw the triplets, all is well. Pictures!

OB appointment

I’m going to be seriously late for work at this point, but I just wanted to post real quick to say that my appointment yesterday went fine. I could have done without the 90 minutes of waiting to just have five minutes of face time with the doctor, but what can you do?

We heard three heartbeats, that’s good. The semi-bad thing is, the nurse wasn’t 100% sure what she was hearing was three babies, or if she was hearing one of them twice. Ugh. So you know what that means….off to see Dr. Gary this weekend!

I also have my first appointment with the Maternal-Fetal Medicine specialist scheduled. That’s gonna be fun. A nice looooong ultrasound. Lots of face time with the parasites. Yay! That’s on August 7.

We saw Harry Potter last night. It was great! I loved it. Tomorrow at midnight I’m getting the new book. Hurrah!

Okay, must get ready for work now…


Not much exciting to say, really. I do have a doctor’s appointment this morning, but it won’t be very eventful. The only fun part is hearing the heartbeats. Fingers crossed that they can hear all three today!

You know what isn’t fun? Finding ants in your cereal box. After you ate it for the previous four mornings. I know those little shits were in there before, too. I wonder how many I ate. Ah well, they’re tiny, and I need all the protein I can get. Ya can’t blame them for lovin’ the Froot Loops, you just can’t.

This weekend, we got crib number one! Woo! Of course it’s not put together yet, but I do want to do that soon, if only so I’ll have a place to put all the baby stuff together. I also got some cute boys clothes and a mobile and a jogging stroller which is very fun. Fun to contemplate exercising again one day. Yeah right. I’m taking to not exercising too well, I think.

Tonight, George and I are going to see Harry Potter. Hurrah! And then on Friday night, if I can possibly stay awake that long, I’m going to get the new book at midnight. I’m going to have to take a nap after work or something. I’m determined!


Okay, okay, I’ll stop complaining about my comments. I promise! I have lots of good readers who probably have more to do than comment on my silly entries. I forget sometimes that other people are actually busy during the day. :P I should do as Karen suggests and just check my stats. Then I might realize I have nothing to complain about. :D

Alright, enough groveling.

George and I went to my cousin Monica’s house to pick up a crib and other items. Max is in a twin bed, very grown up, and since they’re moving, she offered it to me. Score! One down, two to go. And the other two have been promised to us, which is exciting. Monica told max (who is four) that I have three babies in my tummy, to which he asked, “why did you eat them?”

Hee hee hee! Love that Max! He was thoroughly confused, but I figured I’d leave the birds ‘n’ bees talk to his parents.

I also went shopping this morning, and got a baby name book (it’s hard when your husband only suggests names like Anakin and Spock – I want original, but not THAT original.) I did, however, agree on a girl’s name that comes from his favorite sci-fi show. It’s pretty normal. Anyway, I also got a body pillow. Mmm, snuggly.

Tomorrow is little Liam’s third birthday party. He’s been with his Grandma for the past three weeks, so I can’t wait to see him again. I owe this child much – he is one of the main reasons George ever agreed to have kids. Ha ha!