This one breaks my heart. Apparently they picked up two heartbeats on the ultrasound, but never heard the third. Whether or not the baby has passed on or was merely hiding…well, I don’t know. I won’t know until the 19th. It’s killing me a little.
It’s funny how we’ve known about the three babes for about 24 hours, but I’m already vehemently opposed to losing one. They’re mine. I want them. They’re family.
But whatever happens happens. Thanks for you love and support. I know this seems like a terribly personal thing to write on a blog, but you’re family as well, and I want you to know. Triplets aren’t something that you can easily hide, and I’d rather let everybody know what’s happening as it unfolds so I’m not making a zillion phone calls to fill everybody in. I think I’d also die inside if somebody asked me three months down the line how the triplets are, and I have to explain that I’m only carrying twins. But perhaps it won’t come to that. I can only hope and pray.
The next surprise had better be a darn good one, that’s all that I can say.