Upstairs and Downstairs

We live in a yellow submarine. Actually we don't. We live in the upstairs of an adorable old home and we love it. We have so much room and a second bedroom to get ready for the baby (probably won't happen without my mother...school has taken over).
Last year, we lived in the basement of this home. We feel very very lucky to have found this place and to have such amazing landlords.
We were always really quiet downstairs. I think we were at least. We always made people leave around 9 because of the children upstairs and tried to be courteous.
So we have been nervous about having a baby come December. New borns are not quiet, especially at night when you're trying to sleep. :/


Since living upstairs, we've realized that you can hear a lot that goes on down there.
We hear singing ALL THE TIME. We hear yelling quite often. We hear conversations that we don't want to hear.
We've still been trying to be quiet up here. The downstairs tenants say they can't hear us at all...and I really hope that's true.

We just heard another yell....at 10:40pm.

That being said...I may not feel as bad come December.
This is the part where I feel bad for thinking that, let alone writing it here. Judge away.