Things are starting to get interesting...

So anyone who has been a first time mother knows that you worry about everything and that this starts out the second you find out your pregnant. I guess I am no different! On Tuesday night this past week I started worrying about some things and mentioned this to my mom. Now if you know my mother, you probably know how she reacted...she freaked out and insisted that I call the doc first thing in the morning. After calling the doc they had me come in to take a blood test to check my HCG levels again. They knew that I had an ultrasound the next day but wanted to help out my nerves before then. If you remember my last blood test, it had jumped from a 70 to 295 in three days and the nurse said that it was a great number and that I didn't need any more blood tests. That was 1 1/2 weeks prior so I wasn't sure what kind of number they would be looking for. I asked the nurse what would be a good number for me that day and she said 2000 would be a great number. She called me with the results and this is how the conversation went:

Nurse: Ami, your number is fabulous!

Ami: What is it?

Nurse: 5645

Ami: Does this still mean one baby?

Nurse: This is a really generous number, but we will find out tomorrow!

Holy cow, there might be more than one baby was the thought process that was going through my mind. Which brings us to the ultrasound the next day.

My drive to the ultrasound was peaceful because I was listening to NKOTB to clear my head. I just really wanted to hear good things from the doc and was a little nervous. I met Scott at the fertility clinic and they pulled us right in for Dr Malo to perform the ultrasound. For all of you who haven't had a child for a while the ultrasound that they use these days are internal which can detect a lot more. He stuck the thing in and immediately looked at me funny and then turned and looked at Scott funny, we looked at each other in worry and said, "WHAT??" and he said, "there are 3". Holy sh**!! I reached over and grabbed Scott's hand as I proceeded to ask the doctor every question possible while Scott sat in silence. He took our babies portraits (I couldn't figure out how to download them to the blog, but most of you have seen through email) and asked us to come to his office when I was dressed. As he left the room I started crying because I know all the risks that come with triplets, but I quickly composed myself because I knew I needed to clear some thing up with the doctor before leaving.

Basically the doctor said that it is really a week too early to tell anything about the babies. He saw the start of a baby growing in two of the sacs but had a hard time getting a good view of the third, which worried me but he said that it is really just too early. He didn't see heartbeats in any of them, but wasn't worried because he said it was too early. He said if we didn't see the heartbeats next week then we should worry. He said something to me that really stuck, he said, "The cards have been dealt and now we are just waiting for them to overturn." There is nothing we can do right now, but pray because God is playing cards with us, but I am sure hoping he draws a 3!

Sorry for the gross picture of my pregnancy test, but anyone who has struggled to get pregnant can relate at how joyous 2 lines can be. I had to capture it on film because I didn't want to hold on to the stick. The really dark line that you can see is the "I'm pregnant" line!