So there we were, saying our final goodbyes to each other as they were carried out the front door. That was the last time I saw my washer and dryer—appliances that had been through hundreds of loads with my family and offered a convenience I found myself missing. By now, you’re probably wondering how my family’s laundry got done while we were moving. Most days, I am there wondering the exact same thing. After heated arguments with my significant other, pregnancy emotions on high, and lots of regret, I got down to the nitty-gritty. I had a bathtub, laundry...