Seven Questions With Karla Gravitt, Mother of Triplets  Several
years ago, when I was in my mid-twenties and enjoying every
second, I attended a New Year’s Eve party at my friend Dan’s
apartment. About half way through my good friend, Karla, and I
decided that we were going to get on his coffee table and dance
to Kanye West’s “Gold Digger.” But not just once. We kept the
song on repeat until partygoers were worn out on the tune,
whining, “Again?” And we were like, “Yeah. Again.”  Fast forward
a few momentous years and Karla and I were both happily pregnant
with our first children. But Karla’s situation was a little
different than mine. Because she was pregnant with triplets. 
You heard me. Three.  I immediately thought about how Karla and
her husband, Max, are two of the most capable and adventurous
people I know, and that if anyone could handle this, they could.
And indeed, they have handled it incredibly well and have three
seriously adorable, well-mannered, fun three-year-olds to show
for it. We don’t live