I remember a paralyzing shock running through me when I found out I would be having triplets. My husband and I went for a scan to check for a heartbeat, sitting in the same waiting room we previously sat in the two times we found out I had miscarried. Lying down on the table to be scanned by the sonographer, I could tell something was up. I desperately tried not to freak out, recalling the bad news we’d had in my last two pregnancies.
