Let's start with the boring stuff - My name is Holly I'm married to Matt, have been for 4 years. He's awesome and the love of my life and all that jazz blah blah blah. We were having fun you know travelling, seeing the seven wonders of the world. I'm just kidding. We just bought a house. You think we can afford that? Now for the not so boring stuff - We are going to have a baby triplets. Wait, what? Triplets? No. I did not read that right. Triplets means three babies. I'm not having three babies. Nope. Not happening. Sorry wrong person. There are not three babies in my stomach. I am not having triplets. Wait, what is this you tell me? I am having three babies? No, no that can't be right. Are you sure you counted right? Three? I'll believe it when I see it. Yeah, I'm a little lot in denial about this whole triplet thing. Matt thinks it's awesome and has had rainbows, puppies and unicorns flying out his ass. He's not the one that's going to get fat and swollen and who's not going to be able to sleep on her stomach and is grumpy all the time and pukes her guts out every 10 minutes and who is a really good complainer. That's me. Yes, me. I'm a really good complainer. Just a warning. I decided to make this blog so in five years we can look back and see how nervous we were we can look at our three little bundles of joy and see where it all started from when I wake up I'll be able to read this back and laugh my ass off. Seriously. I am not believing this triplet crap.