People often ask me what it’s like to have be Pregnant with Triplets. Kind of a broad question.
Where to start?
From the beginning I guess.
Once there was a Man and a Woman.
The Woman became impregnated.
At 4 weeks pregnant, she received a positive pregnancy test.
In celebration, she planted her garden.
At 5.5 weeks pregnant, her pants wouldn’t fit anymore.
It was her first pregnancy, what did she know?
At 7 weeks, she went to her first midwife appointment.
Apparently, her pants should have fit. She scheduled an ultrasound.
At 7.5 weeks, her ultrasound showed three viable babies.
One Egg (three identicals) or Two Eggs (two identicals and one fraternal).
There were tears.
They weren’t of joy.
An excerpt from her journal reads:
A part of me feels cheated. I had all these plans; vaginal birth, midwife, no hospital, low risk pregnancy, cloth diapers, breast feeding, homemade food, serenity.
Instead, Specialists, mandatory C-section, risks, risks and more risks.
The medical community recommended reduction. Just another word for abortion.
There was conflict for three long weeks.
Wondering if she would ever be at peace with her decision.
Once 12 weeks had come and gone, the decision was made.
The triplet pregnancy was announced to Friends and Family.
Everyone was elated.
Including the Woman.