Currently 37 weeks and just wanted to come here as a safe space to vent. My husband and I found mold growing in our apartment walls as we were setting up the nursery 3 weeks ago, and obviously this caused a lot of concern and panic with me being so far along and the thought of bringing home a newborn.

Our property managers have been extremely unhelpful and not compassionate through all of this. They’ve downplayed the entire situation, lied to us several times, brushed us off, and dragged their feet on finding some solutions. I’ve had to stay with my mom for the last 3 weeks, and she lives over 50 miles away from where we live and where I work. This means I’ve been commuting 2-3 hours a day while being 9 months pregnant. My husband works in San Francisco and doesn’t drive, so he decided it’d be best to stay with his family in the city to be closer to work which means we barely get to see each other right now.

It’s taken our property managers 3 weeks to send out licensed specialists to properly test the air quality in our apartment (this was a week after they decided to send their maintenance team to clean the mold off the walls which they shouldn’t have done but thankfully I have pictures for my own evidence of the damage). The air testing company came 8 days ago and we still haven’t gotten any answers about if it’s safe to bring our baby into this apartment. I’m literally the one reaching out to them every single day because they don’t care.

At this point, I’m just SO fed up with them and I’m going to try breaking my lease early. I’ve been apartment hunting all week while also still working and it’s taken such a toll on me physically and mentally. I can’t believe I’m so close to having my first baby and don’t even know where I’ll be living when I bring him home. It makes me so emotional seeing everyone have that special moment of nesting and getting the nursery ready and all cute for baby’s arrival while my baby’s stuff is being stored wrapped in plastic to protect it from unknown mold in our apartment. I’m also dreading the task of finding a new apartment and preparing for a move in less than 3 weeks (if I don’t deliver early- but I can’t even begin to let my mind go there).

I wish my husband and I could be soaking up these last moments together before baby comes in our own home, but sadly that’s not our reality. I just really hope with all my heart we will get approved for a new apartment and baby boy will wait to arrive until we’re able to move in.

To add to all this stress, my husband was hospitalized 3 separate times last week due to a stomach virus he contracted/ gastric flare up. Thankfully, he’s slowly been recovering this week but it’s been so hard to not be there for him right now.

Hopefully I’ll be able to leave work next week to take one thing off my plate and focus on finding a safe, clean home for my family.

If you actually read this entire thing, thank you for letting me vent, and if you’re also going through a hardship and unable to enjoy the end of pregnancy, just know that you’re not alone ❤️ feel free to reach out to vent back to me! Pregnancy is not always the beautiful, majestic experiences we see on social media.