Rate this story Shortly after I turned 32 my wife and I found out that she was pregnant with our first child. We had lived on our own for a few years, and we lived pretty far from our parents. We had a decent sized house, since I had a good job, but with myself working full time, and her being tired all the time from the pregnancy, there was no way for us to keep the house up to where it needed to be. And she didn’t feel like cooking either, and one can only live on so many...
