Jerry, I can relate to your story. When I was pregnant with my son, I had complications and had to stay home from work the last 2 months. I lived alone. I didn't have anyone to check on me or help me out. There was a grocery store that would deliver phoned in orders. I lived on peanut butter and jelly sandwiches because I was not supposed to be on my feet, they didn't need to be cooked, only the knife to clean up, and I was short of money while off work.