
We spent the next hour watching the ultrasound monitors. Evidently there wasn’t a way to enter triplets into the computer, so it took them a while to figure out how to enter all the data in the right places. Then the nurse and her assistant left us for a while, and after half an hour, returned with another doctor to confirm her results. In the meantime, Erin had changed back into her clothes, thinking the show-and-tell moment was over. So of course, Erin had to don the gown again so they could peak at the triplets once more, starting us down the road of becoming our town's celebrity pregnancy.

Over the previous Thanksgiving my sister had announced her second pregnancy by sending around a picture of her son wearing a shirt that said "I'm Going To Be A Big Brother." Naturally, we photoshopped our cat over her son's face, and emailed out our surprise announcement.
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