Ultrasound

My mother-in-law offered to drive us to Boise, which was really nice. I had intentionally scheduled the visit after school got out so that Brian could come too.

We were worried that we had a dead baby or a miscarriage, but I still felt like puking all the time so maybe that was a good sign? We ran endless scenarios of how this ultrasound would play out.

We went to the clinic and got set up. I was once again in the stirrups, but this time the stakes seemed so much higher. Then the ultrasound tech did that thing that freaks you out: she started scanning and then switched screens suddenly, clicking lots of buttons and looking concerned.

“Can we tell is something is wrong?”

“Well... let me tell you what I see.”

“Here are the two embryos that you implanted (TWO!!!). And here is where one of them split. These are identical twins and this other one is a fraternal. There are three.”

THREE.

As in, triplets. 

Tres.      Trois.    Tri.         Tre.       III. 

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