When I was seven weeks pregnant I finally called my baby doc to get an ultrasound viability screening. After last year's miscarriages my pregnancy needed to be confirmed and checked. Okay, fine.
At the screening Doug and I held our breath. The ultrasound tech, using a "wand" we call the dildo-cam, was joysticking around my uterus A LOT. We hadn't seen an actual baby blob yet so we both kind of sat there trying to figure out what the heck was going on. The young and very naive u/s tech kind of put her hand on my knee and said in a calm voice, "I've never had to tell anyone this before..." (Oh crap, what's wrong? Does it have two heads? Is it dead? Can we go through this again?) "...but there are THREE babies in there." (Huh?)
I proceeded to make the loudest scene ever in the history of scenes. I said the very bad version of, "No PLUCKING way!!!" and scared that little, blond tech right out of her seat. Then I started laughing hysterically because, really, this doesn't *happen* right??? NOBODY has triplets without fertility treatments, right? There must be a mistake. At some point I realized perky, cute ultrasound girl was judging me, but I could NOT shut up. Doug couldn't stop laughing at me.
As we're leaving the room the little bitch tech (she's probably a very nice girl in real life) gives me my babies' first images. The twins are Baby A and Baby B and the solo baby is Baby C. Baby A, Baby B, and Baby C. They all look like like little round blobs and I can't help thinking of guppies making bubble nests. Unreal.
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