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. I remember thinking as we sat in the drive-through line, “boy, I hope it’s not twins.”

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, 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. πŸ™‚


Just had an ultrasound to check the babies’ growth. Man, that was hellish. Remind me never to ask for another ultrasound again. That’s what I get for asking every doctor who came in here when I’d get another growth scan.

Laying on your back with 13+ pounds of baby…painful.

But at least the babies still look good.

A: 3 lbs, 11 oz
B: 4 lbs, 11 oz
C: 4 lbs, 3 oz

The discrepancy between A and B has always been there, so it doesn’t worry the doctors, though it does seem pretty extreme to me.

In other news, I’m supposed to be getting a new bed today. Haven’t seen it yet, but it’s supposed to be a big old double bed with a comfy air mattress or something. Cross your fingers I get it today. I’m sick of not sleeping! I think it’ll really help with sleep. Ambien’s okay but it really only works for a few hours, then I’m wide awake.

George and I got a video camera as a gift, so yay, we’ll have a video of the birth! Not the gory parts, ew. Let’s just hope George can keep his hand steady enough to actually kind of see what’s going on.

Day 4 in the hospital

Am trying my hardest to post every day…what else do I have to do, after all? But for real, the days go by much faster than I could have imagined. I was supposed to call the phone company days ago, but I just can’t seem to find five minutes in my brutal schedule of TV, naps, checking my email, eating, and getting my blood pressure taken. What can I say? I’m a busy woman. Heh.

Yesterday was particularly busy, I had a slew of visitors. It really made the day fly by. Janice and Kelly came by to bring me clothes from home, Lindsay stopped by with fancy dessert, my in-laws came by with chocolate, my friend Brandi came by with her teeny tiny 8 week old son, Ethan, then my mom came with a friend of hers, and THEN George came by and THEN Barry and THEN Stephanie and Mary Catherine. It was just a fun day.

I got all sorts of treats and fun stuff, too. Mostly food related (Mary Catherine, like the good southern girl she is, brought homemade cake, even though she’s 8 months pregnant herself) but also a poinsettia from my mom (that I can’t kill) and various goodies from George.

Best part of the day, though, had to be taking the wheelchair down with George, Barry, MC, and Steph down to the atrium. Just getting out of the room was exciting! But to do so with friends was even better.

Talked to my doctor, they’re going to do a growth scan of the babies sometime soon, hopefully this week. It’s been two and a half weeks since the last one and I’m curious to know how big the babies are. Plus, it’s got to be the most-asked question I get from my visitors, so it’d be nice to have an answer.

So, that’s about it for now. Just got my blood drawn again (mmm, fun) and today we’re doing another 24 urine collection. Oh, the joys!

Day 3, done!

Not a hugely eventful day, but every day down is a day that the babies will be healthier when they’re born. So I’ll take uneventful days anytime right now.

Not to say it didn’t have it’s fun and exciting parts. Lisa (my cousin) came to visit in the morning and she brought me a huge stack of magazines. A woman after my own heart! I mean, good stuff, too – Martha Stewart, Real Simple, Oprah (I may not watch her show but I love her magazine), two issues of People, US, Domino…good stuff!

She hung out for a while, and then a little while later my old co-workers from Delta Queen, Janice and Kelly, came by. They work here now, which is awesome. And Janice lives down the street from us, so she can bring me things from home if George can’t come visit one day.

Then there was the monitoring – a truly NOT fun part of the day. Of course it’s comforting to hear the babies’ heartbeats, but it’s hard – so hard – to keep them all on at the same time, and after 45 minutes of sitting in one position to get 20 minutes of heart rates, my back starts to hurt. So I shift positions slightly, and…no, still painful. And now the sensors have moved and we have to find the babies again. Gaah!

All for the best, though.

The rest of the day was spent napping, working, talking on the phone, and getting this GORGEOUS plant. Oh, please let me not kill it, it’s so beautiful! In case you can’t tell, it’s a white hydrangea from Kristina, Mike, Anne and Bill. I carried white hydrangeas as my wedding bouquet – that’s how much I love them.

Today should be v exciting. I have lots of fun visitors coming, and someone is going to take me down to the atrium in a wheelchair. First time I’ve left the room since I checked in on Sunday!


Well, now it’s time for some excitement!

Went to the doctor yesterday, and based on several factors, he is admitting me tomorrow for the duration. Hopefully that duration is at least two weeks, but we’ll see. My blood pressure is starting to creep up, my ankles are just getting more and more swollen, and (here’s the fun one) I gained 17 lbs in 11 days. So, yeah, it’s time.

As soon as he walked in the room after reviewing my bp, weight gain, etc, George and I both knew what he was going to say. You could just tell by the look on his face that he wasn’t giving me great news. But really, I don’t consider it bad news. I’m happy to do whatever to make this pregnancy last as long as possible. It definitely sucks not to be at home, but it’s a small price. Goodness knows I’ve had it very easy compared to most of the stories I read about triplet pregnancies.

So today, some friends are coming over to visit, I need to pack, and George and I will spend some time together alone. (Mostly I will just make him scratch my back for several hours to make up for all of the scratch-free nights I have ahead of me.)

Thank goodness the hospital has wireless access, so I will still be posting and all that. Woo!

PS Funny – the doc measured my belly, and if I were having just one, I’d be 47 weeks pregnant! tee hee! Silly.


Can you believe it’s Thanksgiving week already? Can you believe I’m 31 weeks pregnant? I only have THREE TO FIVE weeks left! That’s twenty-one to thirty-five days, people! (Actually, since it’s Monday, it’s really 20-34 days.) No sooner than 20 days, though. No way.

Tomorrow I’m going into the office for a bit to do some work and then it’s the office Thanksgiving. Yum! I’m bringing a premade apple pie. Hope no one minds. At least it was fresh at the grocery store, not a frozen one.

And then Emily’s coming to visit, along with Jenny and Rob too. And at some point this week I’ll get to see Kristie…and Renny…and baby Chloe…and Maura…so fun!

Thursday we’re actually having Thanksgiving dinner at our house. And we’re doing the turkey. But don’t worry. I’m not doing anything except telling George what to do. I will not be lifting a 14 lb turkey! Mom and Jenny et al are bringing the rest of the food. Mmmm….

Have a doctor’s appointment on Friday. Uh oh. Day after a big feast. Thank goodness I’m supposed to be gaining weight!

Now it’s time for a bitch session!
– hands are numb and swollen. Be thankful for this post, it’s dang hard to type now.
– heartburn is evil. And nothing seems to help. Except Tums, but only briefly.
– restless legs are v annoying.
– I barely fit behind the wheel of my car. Ha!
– Knees are killing me.
– George laughs at me every time I try to get off the couch. Okay, I’m sure it is a comical sight, but hmmmmmph!

On the other hand, George is being so incredibly helpful and he won’t let me do anything, so I will let him get away with the laughing. πŸ™‚

Now, for fun, I got around to posting the video from our first ultrasound on YouTube. It’s quite entertaining. πŸ˜€


Woo hoo! Found out last night that I do not have Gestational Diabetes! If you know me, you know this is a big deal – I honestly don’t know how I’d survive without sugar. Clearly, my years of training by being a sugar fiend have paid off! Heh. My doctor even said I passed the glucose tolerance test “with flying colors”! Woo!

In a complete topic change, I just want to alert those out there who will be visiting and helping out with the babies – please get a flu shot. I’m letting you know now so that you have time to get it before they come. I’ll write a longer post about it later, but it’s just one of the ways we are going to have to try to prevent the babies from contracting RSV, a very dangerous disease in preemies.

If you want to read more about it, here are some websites:
RSV at the March of Dimes website

So, you get the point…it’s dangerous for teeny babies. Flu shots are easy! Two seconds!

And in yet other news, Emily’s coming in tonight!!! Yaaaay!


Sorry I haven’t been posting much. Kristina is in town and between work and hanging out with her, I haven’t had much time for anything. But we’ve got the house in a state of high organization. It’s v exciting.

Today is our 2nd anniversary! Yay! We didnt’ do anything since we went out to eat last week, so it’s kind of anticlimactic. But still. Yay us! Hee.

I also had an appointment with the MFM. Dare I say it was slightly…boring? But only in the best way.

Took the glucose test (don’t know the results yet, dear god I hope I passed!) and then went in to see my doctor. Babies look good (didn’t get their weights, I forgot to ask, but he didn’t mention them, so that’s good), my cervix is “a role model cervix”, nice, long, and closed (sorry to the squeamish, but this is a big deal), my blood pressure was fine, etc, etc, etc.

Babies are so cute – we got some great face shots. All babies are head-down (which makes not a whit of difference in my circumstances, just saying) but some of them have their feet by their heads. Silly kids. πŸ™‚ I will have George scan the pics we got later so you can see. We saw hair on Baby B, which doesn’t surprise me at all – George and I are both pretty hairy, after all. Heh.

I guess that’s about it…I go back a week from Friday, but just for a checkup. I won’t see them again on u/s until December 10 – if I make it that long. That’s 34 weeks! Yow! I hope I make it that long!

Soooo…yeah. Good appointment!


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.