Well, who knew? Turns out there is a family history of multiples in our family. Two sets, in fact. My mom’s side of the family is so huge it’s hard to keep track of.

So an exciting thing about being pregnant with triplets is that I’m supposed to eat a LOT of food. A LOT of calories. It’s a truly mind-boggling number, particularly for someone who has spent her entire life attempting (but not always succeeding) to count calories and keep the number low.

The only problem is, not all food sounds appealing to me right now. And I can’t say until I’m hungry if I’ll be in the mood for anything in particular. But I am intrigued by the promise of smoothies and Wendy’s Frosties. And Ben and Jerry’s. For some reason, sweet things always sound appealing. Figures.

Ah well, I shall sacrifice for the three little piggies so they become nice and chubby and healthy. Even if it means full fat ice cream. Heh.

Okay! Now it’s time to find out just how many people read this blog! I’m expecting many comments of congratulations, people. Or pity. Heh heh.

I think most of you know this anyway, judging by the oh-so-clever comments left in the last post, but I’m pregnant. Whoopee doooo, believe me, this news may seem exciting now, but only for the next few seconds. Until you read that I’m pregnant with triplets.

Before I go on, let me say:

1. No, I have no family history of multiples (just lots and lots of kids; see my grandfather who had something like a dozen+ siblings)
2. No, I was not on fertility drugs
3. If you want to know how anyone reacted, ask yourself how you are reacting now. Shocked? You think I’m lying? Surprised? Stunned? Excited? Happy? That’s how everyone reacts. Except George and me. We’re still just stunned.
4. We don’t know if they’ll be identical or fraternal, or some combination.
5. We’d like to keep the sexes secret, if possible.

(Those are the answers to the top five questions we get, so I thought I’d just get it out of the way.)

I wasn’t going to post today, because I’m having dinner with my cousins Monica and Max, and Aunt Mary tonight, and if I can tell someone in person, I’d rather do that. But I’ll take the chance that Monica (and Max and Aunt Mary) is far too busy to read my silly blog.

It’s still early days, and there are no guarantees that we’ll end up with three babies down the line. I know that sounds morbid, but I’m just trying to be realistic. This is scary stuff, people. I’m terrified. So just keep us in your thoughts and prayers (if you’re so inclined) and don’t forget to contribute to the Minivan Fund! (Kidding.)

PS: This is technically proof, but it just looks like three blobs. That’s blobs 1 and 2 on top, and blob 3 on the bottom.