Sorry

It is very difficult to write things. I think I believe there is nothing in my head worth sharing, which my husband tells me is rediculous. So these first few posts, and very possbily all of them forever, may be termed 'spewings' rather than posts or comments or writings or musings. I'll just appologize for that in advance. Ok, so here we go...babies. I can't stop staring at them. It seems everywhere I go there are some, and they're just so happy. I think I'm getting the fever, and it's scaring the whoha out of my husband who keeps mentioning periodically how painful childbirth must be, just miserable, and gross, who wants to put up with that, and how moody and grumpy I'll be, not to mention how fat, definitely no more skinny jeans. I tell him I'm sure I'll be a cute fat mommy. And won't he love his cute fat wifey. And then he pukes.

My apologies

My deepest apologies to those who have ever landed in or near the path of Melissa destruction. I am learning these days, albeit very slowly, the depth of the pride and stubborness of my heart. I'm praying daily that God will work a miracle in the darkness that lies there, lurking quietly, unnoticed. And so, to anyone who I have made to feel small, insignificant, or judged, I am deeply sorry, because you are non of these things.