My husband and I turned to fertility treatment after years of trying, and were overjoyed—then overwhelmed—when we found out we were having boy/girl twins. We were already anxious about becoming parents, and the thought of two babies at once was a lot to process. At the time, we had demanding jobs, long commutes, active social lives, and close family ties—so life changed fast. The twins’ arrival was baptism by fire: little sleep, big emotions, and a steep learning curve. Eleven years later, we’re still figuring it out—some days we thrive, other days we regroup and try again. Our goal is to raise kind, curious kids who feel seen as individuals, not just as "the twins." Along the way, we’ve learned just as much about ourselves and our marriage as we have about parenting. I’ve got practical tools to share—but sometimes the best support is just knowing someone truly gets how tough (and beautiful) this ride can be.