Now I Know Before I had three kids, one infant seat, a playpen, a gnawed crib and an incomplete magnetic alphabet stuck to the refrigerator, I lived simply in a two-bedroom apartment with my husband.  We had a double bed in one bedroom and an office set up in the other. We had a spare closet filled with wedding gifts that we had never used. Each week as I did my grocery shopping at the neighborhood store down the street, I couldn’t help but  ...