I want to insert here that we really do love our apartment. It's affordable (compared to many New York apartments), has lots of storage space, and is in an awesome public school district!
However once I started measuring I realized that things weren't going to fit quite as perfectly as I once thought. I'd always randomly assumed our apartment was like 900 sq feet. So I got a little curious about exactly how big it really is and discovered that our beloved apartment is 679 square feet (not including the closets, hallway and bathroom).
YIKES! No wonder it's feeling a bit tight when I start to think about rearranging essential furniture, getting rid of non-essential furniture and putting in a crib. Not to even mention a washing machine. Ugh.
Anyways...all this blather sounds pretty sane right now, but several hours ago I was freaking out along the lines of, "OMG...what are we doing?", "We'll be terrible parents!", "We live on a 4th floor!", "What if our child turns out to be a nutjob because he didn't have enough personal space?", "What if he turns out to be a nutjob because we made him sleep in his own crib and we should have done it euro-style and co-sleep?"
I think you get the picture.
This whole parenting thing seems like it's going to be tougher than I thought. :-]