We have 3

3 what you ask?

3 fudge cookies?
3 bacon cheeseburgers?
3 armadillos?

Nope.

3 frozen babies waiting on my recalcitrant ovaries to suppress so that we can thaw one at a time out and get this whole "rent-a-uterus" thing on the road. I am taking any and all "suppress already you damn stupid ovaries" prayers you have to offer.