Washington Park Pond, southwestern shore, 4 p.m., July 10

A pretty young woman with brown hair in a two-tone, orange, strapless sundress, squatting, cell phone in ear: Adam I can't believe I am hearing this. Are you kidding me? Adam. Adam! You have a child, Adam. You don't want to take care of him, is that it? You don't have to do a thing. Your sister is going to bring him to Clifton Park. It's your child. This isn't about you anymore. I can't believe I am hearing this. I can't fucking believe I am hearing this. You're a piece of shit, Adam, and I'm done with you.

Someone's mother

Her identity needs to remain under wraps for now. Woman, 32:

We went to the appointment to hear the heartbeats. I saw them and it was fine, I knew there were two. They implanted two embryos and I thought, wow, they both took. Toward the end of it I saw a dark spot and said, "What's that?"

And the nurse said, "Weeellll, it could be blood from the implantation, which is normal, but it could be a third fetus." I said, "What?" So as soon as she zoomed in I could see it was a third heartbeat. I said "Holy shit," and I started crying. I said, "That's a third heartbeat." The nurse said, "Well, I am going to go get some backup but, yeah, that's a third heartbeat."

So (husband) was totally cool. Cool as a cucumber. "We'll be alright," he said. "You'll be great, we'll be great."

Then I thought that I was going to have to buy a minivan and I cried even harder.