December 3, 2009 was a big day for us Kinowskis. Adam and I headed in to my doctor's office expecting to see the first images of our new little bean. We knew there would not be much to see, as I was only 14 weeks along. The ultrasound tech began doing her thing and started to make conversation. Was this our first pregnancy? No? How old were our other children?, etc.
As she continued with the small talk, she stopped and mentioned that she did not realize she was screening for multiples. WHAT? Had we heard her correctly? Multiples? I politely told her she was not, in fact, screening for multiples; there must be some mistake. She began pointing at the monitor and telling us there's 1, 2, 3...
I think Adam droppped to his knees, and I was holding my breath willing her to stop counting. Triplets??? How could this be? We had tried for so long to get pregnant with 1 and now 3, all on our own? What more could I do than just laugh? I laughed and said, "Holy shit!" many times in succession.
The scan continued, she asked the obvious questions. Had we been using fertility? No. Do multiples run in your family? Yes, on both sides. She informed us that from what she could tell, I was carrying a set of identical twins and a singleton. The doctor was ushered in to confirm her findings and take over from there.
She told us that what the ultrasound tech had observed was real, I was cooking 3 buns! She said that I would be referred out to a perinatologist, a high risk pregnancy specialist, for the remainder of my pregnancy. We left the office with my new doc's information in hand and TONS of WTF's floating around in our heads. This was SO not what we had anticipated or planned, but as they say, life is what happens while you are busy making other plans.