When I found out I was expecting the best thing ever (my baby boy!) I had just turned 23 years old. I had finally moved out on my own with my husband and been employed with my company going on two years. Unfortunately, my joy was short lived and I was rapidly overwhelmed with worries about money. My husband was unemployed at the time and my job did not offer paid maternity leave! I tossed and turned for days not able to sleep wondering how we were going to survive 6 weeks without pay. My husband and I eventually decided to break our lease and move back into my mother’s home for the duration...