About a year later, after birthing my hard-won twins, I began to write about the long slog of high-tech conception. For me the experience lingered even into motherhood, and still does. Two women from my high school emailed me to say they'd read my stories and knew exactly what I meant. Suddenly, after decades of no contact, we were pouring out shared infertility tales.
Who's bigger? Who's taller? Who's harder to handle? Who crawled first? Who's your favorite (OK, that one was from an adorable seven-year-old)? These are all common questions from the people that surround me. At just 14-months-old, these questions and comparisons are harmless to the girls. With two side by side, we can't help but compare them.
Since the birth of my twins, I have talked to more people, made more new friends, and generally experienced a more extroverted lifestyle than ever before. Never before babies would I have talked to strangers, initiated conversations with those I don't know, commiserated with literally anyone who would listen.