Three...?

In October of 1998, at six weeks pregnant, we went in for our first ultra sound. When you are an older mother in an egg donor program, you get lots of them. Which is really cool. For the first one, however, we were very nervous. We would be looking for sacs with beating hearts and counting. One? two? Possibly three? We had been on pins and needles while we waited to find out. It seemed like we had been on this journey forever already with the ultimate goal of parenthood. One would be great, two would be terrific, but three was terrifying. Logistically, having three babies at once seemed overwhelming. I hold one, he holds one, but who holds number three? There would always be what the Old Soul referred to as "one man out". It just wasn't what we signed up for. And yet, we had. We had gone to extraordinary measures to have a child, or two; how could we not heartily welcome a third? You are probably asking, then why put in three at all? This was of course done to increase the chances of pregnancy. The more embryos implanted, the better chances of impregnation. Donor egg In Vitro success in 1998 was much lower than it is now and besides eager prospective parents, fertility doctors were all about maintaining good stats to boost their portfolios. We agreed to three, hoping for at least one. We got two!