I've been "officially" living with my man and his dad for about a year now, moving out of my mom and dad's house was one of the best decisions I ever made. I do miss those crazy people every now and then, as well as my cats, so it's a good thing I live just two avenues away! But far enough that I don't have them down my throat all the time, and my mom doesn't call me every day like her parents used to do to her...I call her a lot though, mostly to say "Oh, Peter has the hiccups and it tickles!" or "Andrew laid his head on my belly and Peter kicked him in the face!" type stuff. She loves it, being her first grandbaby and all

anyway, moving out has also allowed me a lot of time to mature and I now know the burden of paying bills and working off of a budget. Andrew and i currently support his dad as he's had a stroke and has severely limited use of his dominant side, I can only imagine how fast our savings will dwindle once Peter is born (just a couple of months away now :o)