By the time I was stripped from the waist down, I was visibly shaking. Elizabeth did her best to calm me before the doctor came in, but to no avail. Dr. B saw how nervous I was, and reassured me that they were just looking for a gestational sack that day. He inserted the dildocam and I saw nothing. He moved it around a little more, and I thought I saw something, but then he moved away. Back and forth he went, muttering to himself and looking at the screen with a furrowed brow.
"How many embryos did we put back?" he asked
"Two", I told him "that's all I had left".
"Hmmm" he said and squinted at the screen some more, "are you sure they put two back?"
"yes, two" I repeated
"Okay," he said after a moment, "because I'm seeing three".
Ladies, I nearly fell off the table. I will admit that I dropped the f-bomb, quite audibly, in the exam room. Both embryos took, and one had the nerve to divide. I am so excited to finally be pregnant, but scared to death about the idea of triplets. I know it's still early. The scan was at 5 weeks 2 days. I could lose any or all of them. Anything can happen. I've spent the past 48+ hours in a total daze. This is the last thing I was expecting. I had prepared myself for the possibility of twins. But triplets? When only 2 embryos were transferred? The chances of that happening were less than 1%. I'm a bit overwhelmed with emotions of all sorts right now. On the 29th, I go in for a second ultrasound when they'll be looking for a heartbeat / heartbeats. I'm so glad I have Christmas and a new dog to keep me distracted. Until then, I can safely say that this is the coolest Christmas present I've ever gotten.