Hello all
I am in need of reassurance. My baby is coming pretty soon (end of Sept, beginning of Oct), and I have yet to make peace with my living situation. My partner and I were forced out of a great (and large) apartment...new owners decided to move into our unit and refused to move us into another one.
Our neighborhood is expensive, and the climate is cold so heat gets really pricey, (plus, I'll be unemployed for about five months if not ten) so when I saw an $800 apartment with heat included I said "I'll take it".
As you have realized by now, I made a stupid mistake. This apartment is pretty and has great views, but it is super tiny and I feel like I'm in a cell. There is a living room about 10'x12', a 9'x10' bedroom, and a little baby room about 9'x8'. A puny hall where you bash your hip and belly if you are as bulky as me. The bathroom is a sin, it is like the ones on Amtrak trains...shower only, of course. Let me just say the kitchen is nice, I will admit it. There are only two places where the floor is big enough to lay down on, one of which is in the kitchen. Any project one might hope to undertake effectively takes up the entire apartment. There is no laundry, no basement or hall storage, and the parking scene is iffy. Smoke (regular and pot) drifts into the place from the stoop at regular intervals. The landlord gives the distinct impression of being both unresponsive and a lunatic. My partner had to sell a bunch of valuable books because we have no space for them (I had to sell all my detective novels and donate lots of my clothes, but I wasn't too sad about it), and both of our parents are reluctantly storing some (well, lots) of our stuff also. There is zero place for any more furniture than we have, which does already include a changing table and a tiny cradle. There is just enough room next to my side of the bed for a moses basket jammed into a bassinet holder...a co-sleeper would be too large. I am afraid to put the baby in the actual bed with me, but I might be able to squeeze a mini crib into the baby room if I jettison the cradle (it's the one my dad made me when I was born). I don't understand how to bathe her, because the shower is no good and the kitchen sink is a sort of Smurf version of a kitchen sink--barely large enough to fit a small pan. The diaper pail will have to have a place of honor in the center of the floor. Naturally, many other doomsdayish scenarios are coursing through my brain as well...all of the obvious gripes, I have them.
Sorry for the long whinge, but this situation is driving me insane. I can't even start to imagine experiencing early labor in this place (I'm going to be in a nice birthing center for the rest of it, thankfully), and G*d only knows where I will actually put the baby when she returns to her home (I mean, I know I can wedge her in somewhere, but it is not a really encouraging thing to dwell on. What is going to happen when she starts to grow larger and move around? Where will her clothes and diapers and carrier etc etc go? How am I going to play with her in the absence of floor space? Did I mention there is no yard or porch...). The whole thing is compounded by my partner's irrational love of this moronic apartment. He refuses to look for (or, more to the point, let me look for) another one. Unlike me, he has a good attitude and is an optimist. I think my mind was poisoned by the fact that I was forced out of a perfect place, and that taking on this place was my doing, since I found it myself! I wish I could be getting excited about the baby coming, but I'm so narrow-mindedly anxious about my place that I can't start picturing life with her.
Let me just add the disclaimer that I realize I'm acting majorly, unforgivably spoiled, and I know that some people have to live in shipping containers or tents or their parents' horrible basements etc. I apologize for my uncool reaction to a situation that is really not the worst. However, for me, a tiny space like this is very unsettling, to the point of distraction and whirling anxiety.
If somebody could address this problem, without asking me if the place might not be a little bigger than I've indicated (it's not) or suggesting I move (I can't), I would be very grateful. Reassuring or comforting sentiments will be welcomed. However, if you just read this and want to retreat in a fit of disgust I TOTALLY UNDERSTAND
thanks either way, ladies!
I am in need of reassurance. My baby is coming pretty soon (end of Sept, beginning of Oct), and I have yet to make peace with my living situation. My partner and I were forced out of a great (and large) apartment...new owners decided to move into our unit and refused to move us into another one.
Our neighborhood is expensive, and the climate is cold so heat gets really pricey, (plus, I'll be unemployed for about five months if not ten) so when I saw an $800 apartment with heat included I said "I'll take it".
As you have realized by now, I made a stupid mistake. This apartment is pretty and has great views, but it is super tiny and I feel like I'm in a cell. There is a living room about 10'x12', a 9'x10' bedroom, and a little baby room about 9'x8'. A puny hall where you bash your hip and belly if you are as bulky as me. The bathroom is a sin, it is like the ones on Amtrak trains...shower only, of course. Let me just say the kitchen is nice, I will admit it. There are only two places where the floor is big enough to lay down on, one of which is in the kitchen. Any project one might hope to undertake effectively takes up the entire apartment. There is no laundry, no basement or hall storage, and the parking scene is iffy. Smoke (regular and pot) drifts into the place from the stoop at regular intervals. The landlord gives the distinct impression of being both unresponsive and a lunatic. My partner had to sell a bunch of valuable books because we have no space for them (I had to sell all my detective novels and donate lots of my clothes, but I wasn't too sad about it), and both of our parents are reluctantly storing some (well, lots) of our stuff also. There is zero place for any more furniture than we have, which does already include a changing table and a tiny cradle. There is just enough room next to my side of the bed for a moses basket jammed into a bassinet holder...a co-sleeper would be too large. I am afraid to put the baby in the actual bed with me, but I might be able to squeeze a mini crib into the baby room if I jettison the cradle (it's the one my dad made me when I was born). I don't understand how to bathe her, because the shower is no good and the kitchen sink is a sort of Smurf version of a kitchen sink--barely large enough to fit a small pan. The diaper pail will have to have a place of honor in the center of the floor. Naturally, many other doomsdayish scenarios are coursing through my brain as well...all of the obvious gripes, I have them.
Sorry for the long whinge, but this situation is driving me insane. I can't even start to imagine experiencing early labor in this place (I'm going to be in a nice birthing center for the rest of it, thankfully), and G*d only knows where I will actually put the baby when she returns to her home (I mean, I know I can wedge her in somewhere, but it is not a really encouraging thing to dwell on. What is going to happen when she starts to grow larger and move around? Where will her clothes and diapers and carrier etc etc go? How am I going to play with her in the absence of floor space? Did I mention there is no yard or porch...). The whole thing is compounded by my partner's irrational love of this moronic apartment. He refuses to look for (or, more to the point, let me look for) another one. Unlike me, he has a good attitude and is an optimist. I think my mind was poisoned by the fact that I was forced out of a perfect place, and that taking on this place was my doing, since I found it myself! I wish I could be getting excited about the baby coming, but I'm so narrow-mindedly anxious about my place that I can't start picturing life with her.
Let me just add the disclaimer that I realize I'm acting majorly, unforgivably spoiled, and I know that some people have to live in shipping containers or tents or their parents' horrible basements etc. I apologize for my uncool reaction to a situation that is really not the worst. However, for me, a tiny space like this is very unsettling, to the point of distraction and whirling anxiety.
If somebody could address this problem, without asking me if the place might not be a little bigger than I've indicated (it's not) or suggesting I move (I can't), I would be very grateful. Reassuring or comforting sentiments will be welcomed. However, if you just read this and want to retreat in a fit of disgust I TOTALLY UNDERSTAND
thanks either way, ladies!







. Sweetie, you're nesting.
It will work out. But I doubt you'll be on the cover of Sunset Magazine.
Me neither.






Seriously though, I feel you. We've currently got 3 kids and 2 adults in 1040sq ft with another on the way and it's kind of stressing me out! We don't have much storage space, though we do have an attached garage that I can't park in because it's basically a big closet :/ But our kids don't seem to mind so I'm sure we'll survive!


