0 to 20 Weeks

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Discovering the pregnancy was done the usual way; general suspicions lead to the inevitable home pregnancy test, which lit up like a Christmas tree.  Because we weren’t planning the pregnancy and it was my first, I immediately scheduled an ultrasound. The technician couldn’t tell me the results (although I was in there forever, and she keep saying the strangest things to me), and I had to wait for the doctor to call me with the results. Later that day, my anxious question of, “How far along am I?” was answered with a nonchalant, “You’re having triplets; two sacs, three fetuses.”

I toppled over at the news. No, no, it’s not possible! I, like many people we have told since then, didn’t believe it. Isn’t that something that only happens to women who use fertility drugs? Or have fraternal twins in the family? I stumbled to the campus heath center, where these apparent results were on paper. The doctor agreed to see me, unscheduled appointment and all.  By the time I got to the campus clinic the entire office was buzzing. It seemed everyone from the front dest to the insurance department had heard. I guess campus health centers don’t see too many triplet pregnancies.

Week 8: I lost my appetite and started getting nauseous and sick 24/7. We were living in San Diego, and I was commuting about 4 hours a day, five days a week. At first I was coping well; I dealt with fatigue by resting and sleeping in excess. I found that if I ate constantly, like crackers or fruit from 5am on, I could keep the nausea at bay and avoid vomiting. I comforted myself with the idea that my body was telling me when to nurture the babies, and if I didn’t do so, I paid the price. I was told over and over it would pass in just a few short weeks.

Week 12-13: We moved to Murrieta, to a larger apartment that will house the babies. The move shortened my commute from 4 hours to an hour and a half. I started getting very sick around this time, and even lost some weight. Oh, and we got married. It was a very busy time!

Week 14: Right around the time the nausea and vomiting should have passed and didn’t, and my appetite should have returned and didn’t, I got really, really sick. My coping skills cracked. I spent every day and night in bed or on the couch, and every bite of food was forced and often sent me hurling to the bathroom. I took Zofran every day. Sometimes it helped and sometimes it didn’t. I learned that most pregnancy advice was not applicable to me unless it was coming from triplet books, blogs or forums. The nausea and vomiting weren’t passing, and my appetite wasn’t coming back. This was mostly due to carrying three babies instead of one.

Week 18: My small size (5’2”) forced one of the babies far up under my ribs, against my stomach, keeping me from having the ravenous appetite so many pregnant women enjoy. I don’t desire food at all, and what I am eating, I’m forcing down. Unless it’s fruit. Or cheerios with milk. I can feel the babies moving now, all over my stomach, on my sides, up by my ribcage. It a regular boxing match going on in there. Boys for sure.

Week 20: We had a very early 3 hour anatomy ultrasound at 8am today. It came right after my big master’s talk yesterday, and I couldn’t sleep last night due to general feelings of anxiety and stress, physical pains, and an inability to sleep on my stomach, my favored position. Getting up early was difficult. I was nauseous as usual, extremely exhausted, and the Zofran wasn’t helping. I had to take several breaks during the scanning, and eventually lay on my side while the technician leaned over me to scan the babies. When we got home, I slept away the rest of the day.

During this time, we learned we had the most typical spontaneous triplets combination: a pair and a spare, with identical boys and a fraternal girl. We learned the babies have no serious abnormalities, and are in the 90 percentile for size, about 12 ounces each. The first measure of my cervix was promising as well. A woman’s cervix is usually between 2.5 and 5 cm. The average is 3 cm. I was told my cervix is long, measuring in at 4.5cm, which is a good thing. If there are no sudden changes, I’ll avoid bedrest for a while and might even be able to carry the babies a little longer than average.

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