What is not thought about is the two doses of hormones raging through your body. For some moms, this barely affects them, and they float serenely into motherhood with hardly a twinge. For others, this means double the morning sickness. I, for example, acquired a loathing for Parmesan cheese to such an extent that I could not watch it on TV without running to the loo, a hatred that persists even to this day.
One interesting factoid that I had not expected was the fainting. Around the six month mark, having felt amazing for a few months by then and well over the morning sickness, I blithely leaped out of a chair to answer the phone and promptly keeled over. Romantically, my hubby had just returned from work and was there to catch me in his arms as I fell. He remained calm throughout, talking to me quietly and not freaking out at all (something you would expect from a man who deals with heavily pregnant women every day of his life) but to tell the truth, I was a bit miffed that he hadn't freaked out even just a teeny bit. After all, it was probably the most dramatic thing that had happened to me and here he was remaining calm. I expected some wailing and gnashing of teeth, to tell the truth. But anyway, he explained to me that the reason I was passing out now was my extremely low blood pressure - a common side-effect of pregnancy and exacerbated with having twins. This was good to know, but not very helpful when I continued to faint in the local supermarket, while at work, and also while at the theater.
Perhaps the least exciting of being a double room instead of a single was the fact that a double room, simply by its nature, is LARGER. And when I say larger, I mean the size of a small ocean liner larger. I think that in my last few weeks of pregnancy (I carried until 38 weeks, which is seen as term for twins) I was both six foot high and six foot wide, a phenomenon not achieved by many in their lifetimes.
What are your stories of surviving being a room for two?