Christina and I are book people, so naturally we've been looking for books about twins. The first one we looked at was Juggling Twins, by Meghan Regan-Loomis.
This book was a good starting place for us. It's not too serious, so it didn't overwhelm us with lists of things we were going to have to do. It did, however, give us an idea of some of the things we are going to be up against. The author definitely has her own perspective, which is both good and bad.
Her perspective makes the book more entertaining than one written generically. For example, she believes in significant weight gain during pregnancy. She's also against co-bedding, and in favor of using "play yards" (apparently the term "play pen" has been lost to political correctness). While I may not agree with all of her points of view, it's more interesting to read than wishy-washy advice.
On the other hand, since she has an older child, much of the advice is given from that perspective. We were panicked by the amount of help she said we'd need in the first month. Towards the end of that chapter, we read the part that started, "The amount and type of help you need is determined in part by whether or not you have an older child or children." Although we realize the first month will be tough, the specific prescriptions she gave grew out of her own experiences. (We're still looking forward to your visit, Mom.)
Now that I look at this book after a month or two, I see more good stuff in it (which baby goods are must haves and which are superfluous). Still, I value it the most for the sense of perspective. As such, it might be a good one to borrow from the library, if possible.
I think the part that sticks with me from the book is the following (for reasons I don't understand, it's presented as part of a poem):
The next time we are shopping for tomatoesReading that was the moment where I realized, "Oh, no, people will be coming up to me to say stupid things in a grocery store. I've structured much of my life around not having to talk to strangers." In that moment, my twin panic grew by leaps and bounds.
And yet another cart-pushing poet succumbs
To the irrepressible need to proclaim "Double Trouble"