Mid July brought the official start of the third trimester of my triplet pregnancy. They say things come in threes right? This “third” was a little ugly.
I really panicked about taking Lisey for family fun and that our days together were ticking away too fast.
I could handle maybe one outing a day and would then be too tired to do much else. Early on in this stretch we brought Elise to pick blueberries on a perfect day and she thought it was the BEST place in the world. We would take a day off at home, then spend another day going to the lake, or the beach. After a bit of this it started to be clear it was too much. I would wake up wanting so bad to bring Elise somewhere fun… but could tell I was going nowhere.
Late in July I decided we would take her to the wildlife park in Gray. I showered, got out and the scary started. I had a large amount of pink tinged mucous (you’re welcome for the image) pass that morning. I became very crampy and tight. I was terrified I was going into preterm labor at 29 weeks. Too soon for these boys. I also knew with a low lying placenta I had a risk of bleeding badly. (Ahem, foreshadowing.)
I went in and got checked, the cramping tapered off… but it was real now. They thought my cervix looked closed; unable to really check due to the placenta.
I had to chill. We had another weekend where we had more of this drainage every day and spent a Sunday at MMC. Again it “looked” okay. So I had a new normal. Don’t do anything.
Ben had to take over all of the dinner planning and cooking on top of getting his plans ready for his substitute teacher. He had to keep entertaining the 2 year old and helping me, caring for the house and yard. A visit from nana and GPa was a big help. Cleaning up and playing with Elise. 
Appointments continued to be consistently “fine”. We had a few great 4D ultrasound photos of two of the guys, and they looked so sweet and just like their big sis. Finally, in August the boys were given their notice to vacate the premises.
The next week, they got it moved up even further. I would’ve jumped for joy but I couldn’t. It had been another long sleepless night of Braxton Hicks and going to the bathroom, resulting in more soreness in the morning than the night. 
Plans were made, setting things up for after the big day. Ben went to school for a week; had students for one whole day. The first day he was gone, I pushed too hard and shopped in target with my mom and Elise. The next day she came to the doctors and then we went out to eat. We spent Wednesday at home together. I did too much with her again. Thursday I rested while she went to miss Rara’s; but I hurt the from whole week.
Friday, we had another ultrasound. Our first week of two scans a week. It was 33 weeks exactly. We brought Elise to an ultrasound finally, to see the brudders. They “painted my belly” and she got to see the guys jammed in there. She said “they’d do the poops”.
They looked great. All behaving and practice breathing. Plenty of fluid and movement. Not like Tuesday where it took baby A 20 minutes and a buzzer to the belly to wake up and practice breathe.
We took Lisey to Deering oaks. She did awesome. Then we went to El Rodeo as a family for what might be the last time. I had all the excuses to keep going. It was a great day. Elise napped, played with us sweetly outside in the evening, and went to bed easily in her new “comfy bed”. (A pillow and comforter).
Ben and I watched the long anticipated return of our favorite Netflix show; Ozark. He rubbed my feet, back for the millionth time. The babies were active, as usual. Things were “fine”.
We had no idea how soon we would meet the boys. We didn’t know it, but the third trimester was over.
Lisey Plus Three 