One minute I'm this urban hipster, going to shows, collecting records, working at an art house theater and the next, I'm this Iowa housewife with four kids and a mini-van. How did this happen? It seems that the former and the latter should be arch-enemies, not co-habiting the same body. It all started in the spring of 2000 when we were told that I was going to triplets. Things have been kind of a blur since then.