One year ago today (yes, exactly seven years after our first date), we discovered that we were having triplets. As Erin had been on fertility medications, her doctor wanted an early checkup at 6 1/2 weeks to make sure everything was ok. Shortly after the ultrasound began, the nurse turned to Erin and asked, “Do you want me to tell you what I’m seeing?” Fearing the worst, we said yes, and nurse told us that she saw three babies. Needless to say we were shocked. We had braced ourselves for twins (actually, we both were secretly expecting it to be twins), but never had we ever thought it’d be more.
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.
Tuesday, January 15, 2008
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