The drive home was surreal. I sat in the back staring at these two little ones who were so tiny they're bodies were secured with rolled up towels so they would be sure to not slide out of their car seats. All I could think of was how now I really was a mother of three. Three boys no less. I woman who had been raised with only sisters, now had to figure out how to mother three boys. I really didn't know if I was up to the task.

As we pulled into the driveway, my stomach was in knots. I had wanted this for so long, and now I had a sense of impending doom. Scott helped me out of the car and took both car seats. As we walked in, my sister had her video camera. I can not stand those things, but I guess these momentous occasions catapult one to freak show status. I gave a half hearted smile to the blinking red light shining in my face, and tried to dodge the paparazzi as I made my way into the living room.

Joel was asleep upstairs, which in and of itself was miraculous, since that child rarely slept. My friend Liz was there, a woman who herself struggled with infertility and whose pain that night was sadly far removed from my mind. I should have known better than to ask her to watch Joel. Why in the world would she want to be there when I brought home two newborn babies? It shows how self absorbed one can become when dealing with stress and I have always felt badly for having such an attitude. (Liz is now the mother of a beautiful little girl name Aliyah)

As we set the twins down on the ground and began to unbuckle their straps, Connor began to wail. Well, for us it seemed like a wail. Little did we know how loud that little one would truly become. I went into the kitchen and made the first of thousands of bottles which would become our daily morning ritual. As I walked back into the living room, my sister was holding Aaron and Liz was holding Connor. I looked at these two new little lives and hoped they would bring me all the joy I envisioned. How tiny and perfect and beautiful they looked, that is until Connor decided to wail again! That was when reality set in.