To be honest this story isn't too different from how David found me on the night he proposed.  I was sitting on the floor of our one bedroom apartment in front of Hannah's crib, crying and eating Wendy's chicken nuggets.  I must have looked so pathetic but it's how I felt.  I was roughly 7 or 7 1/2 months pregnant with Hannah and all of our family was having financial troubles...including us.  I was stressed over asking them to help us pay for a lavish wedding when I knew it just wasn't what anyone could afford.