Now that my trio is five months, I wanted to write a little about our journey. We are coming up to the day where I found out I was pregnant (with what I thought was one baby) and I thought it would be a good idea to rehash the last year. Partly because I am afraid I will forget the details and want to be able to tell it to our children, but also because you get a lot of questions when you are pregnant with triplets and I know there are women out there going through the same things we did.

Taking Charge of My Fertility
Like so many women I never had regular cycles as a young teen. I was put on birth control and told not to worry about it. Fast forward to being a 29-year-old married woman ready to start a family. Based on what I knew about my body, this was not going to be easy considering I could go a year without any sign of “Aunt Flow.” Luckily for me, I had a fantastic OB who ran the blood work right away. It led to a referral to a reproductive endocrinologist. Over the next 3 months I was diagnosed with hypothyroidism and put on Synthroid. There was still no sign of ovulation. So Clomid it was!

I now know so many women who have taken Clomid. It’s pretty standard for women suffering from infertility issues. Often doctors don’t do regular ultrasounds to look for follicles when prescribing the drug – which is where a lot of women get multiples. That was not the case for me and when my first round of the drug produced way too many potential eggs– I was cancelled. It was devastating. I just wanted to be able to try.

If you have ever known someone going through fertility treatment they will tell you that it is all consuming. People would ask me how I was doing or what was new with Mike and I and I would politely say nothing new, but inside I wanted to scream “trying to have a baby!”

They decreased my dosage and the next month we were given the thumbs up to move forward. I had three follicles– they are now my children. We were told we had a 10% chance of twins and a .5% chance of higher order multiples.

To me information was power so I was that person who took and graphed my temperature every morning. I used OPK’s, I read Taking Charge of Your Fertility, I was going to give us our best shot. So, when my temperature plummeted the Monday before Thanksgiving, I thought our chance this month was over. When you are pregnant, your temperature stays up for 18+ days–this was day 10. Turns out, it was just an implantation dip because the next day–at 3.5 weeks pregnant- I was already nauseous.