I Had a Baby—and Moved In With My Parents

Nothing makes you want your mommy like getting pregnant.

My first thought after peeing on that sacred stick was, “Oh shoot, where are we going to live?”

My husband, Eric, and I lived in a tiny one bedroom apartment that barely had enough space for his t-shirt collection.

Mom and dad lived thirty minutes away on an acre-and-a-half, in a house “much too large for them” that just so happened to have a semi-converted garage apartment. And my dad owns a construction company.

As my brother was about to go off to college, my parents were feeling the ache of their impending empty nest.

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