Or is it the scariest fucking number you've ever heard uttered by an RE with a wand up your hoo hoo?
Oooohhh, you want more detail? I'm sorry, okay then. I'll try to keep it short, as my brain is buzzing and my body is being hijacked by gestational sacs.
I had an ultrasound today. I had a tiny bit of spotting and wanted reassurance that all was well.
There are 3 sacs. Three. 2+1. 1+1+1.
One looks really good. Could see the heartbeat flickering and everything (totally AMAZING, but more on that later... this post is all about freaking out). The other two are small and there doesn't seem to be much going on. But they are there. Three of them. Three. Did I say that yet?!
When I got home from work today, my husband greeted me by saying, "Hi everyone. Glad you are all home." This is why I love my husband... he always makes me laugh just when I think there is nothing to laugh about.
Because, really I'm scared. I'm excited, but I. AM. SCARED.
I might be in the minority among IF women, but I have never longed for a twin pregnancy. And I never even let myself think about triplets. I once came across a woman on an IVF message board who wrote that she wanted triplets so she could just get on with her life. I remember thinking that she was a fool. Is this karma for thinking bad thoughts about that woman?
But the reality is this....I'm so very thrilled to be pregnant. And to know that one is doing well. And the doctor says that it is "most likely" going to result in a singleton birth. A twin pregnancy is "possible." Three is "doubtful."
"Three is doubtful." This is my mantra. This is being replayed over and over in my head. In between choruses of the "3 Is A Magic Number" song of course because, damn, it is a catchy tune.