This is a long post, so I'm sorry. I'll start off by saying I am not religious in the slightest. So relying on God's plan is not my thing. My boyfriend and I had been close friends for 5 years before we realized that we wanted to be together. I'd loved him almost since I met him, and he loved me too, but he was with someone else and never wanted to admit his feelings to himself. In the summer of 2015 he realized that he was truly unhappy and ended his relationship with her. We began dating in July, and although it seemed like rushing to some people, I moved in shortly after. We knew each other for long enough and honestly we just didn't want to be apart anymore.

Three short months later, we were surprised with a positive pregnancy test! We had talked about it and knew we wanted kids eventually, so although it happened fast we rolled with it. Our daughter made us a family. She is the best thing that has ever happened to either of us. After 39 hours of labor, including an hour and a half of pushing, our daughter was brought into the world on July 1st 2016 via emergency C Section. He was so strong through the entire thing, and never failed to comfort or support me even though he was exhausted too. Seeing him become such an amazing father made me love him even more. I became a stay at home mom and everything was perfect. Fast forward to May, when we had been trying for another baby. We were pregnant again and so excited.

Less than a week later, our very terrible landlord dropped a bomb on us. We already paid $900 a month, no utilities included, and did all the work that the house needed. My boyfriend had rented from him for a long time, and as a result they just stopped renewing the written contracts. Not responsible, but it was what it was. Our landlord informed us that he would be raising the rent to $1400 a month, still no utilities included. If we couldn't pay it, we had to be out in 30 days. We were devastated.

We could have fought him for more time, but as we didn't have a contract, it would have been extremely difficult. We decided to move in with my parents for a short period of time until we could find a new place. This proved to be extremely difficult. We'd get close and then an opportunity wouldn't work our or would fall through. We ccontacted dozens and dozens of houses, more than i could count.

Months go by, and we get more and more discouraged. How could we let our babies down this way? What kind of parents were we? We felt like complete failures. But we hung in there, we had to for our babies. We had to give them the life they deserved. My parents house is not big enough for all of us, and we had already been there for way longer than we intended. Winter in New England is no joke, and we needed to find a place fast.

FINALLY, after a desperate post on facebook asking for any ideas on places, friends of my boyfriend informed us that their elderly father would be moving in with them and needed someone to rent his house that he had built and owned for years. Three bedrooms, one bathroom, massive basement, family room and garage, 15 minutes from my boyfriends job. It sounded completely perfect.

We signed the lease and put the security deposit down this weekend, following all the rules and doing everyting by the book. Not only that, but the family is kind, generous and just all around amazing people.

We hope to move in the first weekend in January. Our second baby girl is due mid February. We have never been happier and looking forward to the future more than we are right now. ❤

The moral is that when things are at their worst, and everything seems helpless, patience, perserverance and the belief that things are going to get better are all you need. The nights I cried myself to sleep because I felt like a failure as a mother, everytime a house fell through, were just bumps along the way. When things like that happen, you just have to tell yourself that something even better is just around the corner, already on its way. Everything happens for a reason. ❤