Hey. I’m Melissa, but you have to call me M.
My story started as a big, fat cliché. I, a preachers daughter, got knocked up first semester, second year at college. When I was 6 months pregnant, Big S and I said “We do.” We lived in my parents basement with Little S. Big S got a job shortly before Little S turned one. We moved out and said “Hey, you know what would be fun? If we had TWO babies less than 2 years apart. Also, let’s never sleep ever again and maybe buy some stock in red wine.” So then came Rae.
So why keep a blog? Because I like to write about fancy things like eating vegetables, doing medical stuff I’m not qualified to do (See: Rae), and training for marathons. I also like to write about non fancy things, like how my legs are so big they make me look like I have silicone thigh implants and how Rae thinks it’s funny to throw stuffed animals in the toilet while Little S makes snide comments about how my stomach is as bouncy as a trampoline (He’s kind of rude).
So take a look around, feel better about your own life by laughing at the madness of having 2 by 22.