Twinning: My Pregnancy As A Trinity Was Not Pretty
Having twins can be the most amazing experience of your life. It can also cause you to wake up in the morning wishing you were someone else. Twinning offers an honest depiction of life with twins from a mom who tries to keep things somewhere in the middle.
While everyone loves a pregnant woman, people really love a woman pregnant with twins. Complete strangers would offer up genuine excitement when they learned I was having twins. If they heard I was having a boy and a girl (which is basically winning the jackpot in the world of Twindom), theyâ€™d get even more giddy. Theyâ€™d rave, â€œA boy and a girl! Youâ€™re all done! Arenâ€™t you lucky?â€ and I immediately bought into the hype. Even in the early days of my first trimester, I found that being pregnant with twins means more of everything. And that shouldâ€™ve made me nervous.
My enthusiasm over my new mother-to-be status quickly waned as morning sickness set inâ€¦all day long, for three solid months. Far beyond regular nausea, this was an all-encompassing, never-ending feeling of wanting to crawl into a hole and die. Everything made me feel sickâ€”from the obvious (perfume) to the inexplicable (reading a magazine). Eating became an insurmountable challenge, and the organic diet I had intended on following went out the window in favor of elbow macaroni and cheese-covered chicken patties. My doctor explained that having twins means having more of the hormones that cause morning sickness. Double ugh!
All these extra hormones also resulted in a truly unfair case of acneâ€”on my face, chest, and back. That â€œpregnant glowâ€ everyone rhapsodizes about? Sure, I had itâ€”the glowing oily sheen of a 15-year-old. All those low-cut cleavage-bearing maternity shirts modern moms are sporting nowadays were off-limits for me, and I ended up wearing tank tops and turtlenecks under even the most modest ones to hide my embarrassing spots.Â I had envisioned being fashionably pregnant like the celebs we see in People, still wearing stilettos and flaunting a tiny bump. Ah, the innocence.
Right around then I realized that carrying twins wasnâ€™t going to be the exalted experience Iâ€™d imagined it would be.
So things werenâ€™t looking too pretty here. Despite my appearance, I tried to appreciate my new existence. I was temporarily a trinity: three people in one, and I was as big as a cathedral. Few people can say that. Does it matter that few people would want to?
Women carrying twins also need to gain more weightâ€”my doctor recommended 40 pounds, 20 for each baby. I always thought that guilt-free eating would be one of the coolest parts of being pregnant, but I never imagined packing 40 pounds onto my five foot four inch frame. Once my all-day sickness subsided during the second trimester, I concentrated on eating. The first 10 pounds were old friends from my college days, and they flew back on. The next 10 were not as enjoyable, because they were gained by eating recommended foods I hate, like cauliflower, pork and broccoli, all in the name of having healthy babies.