The hell that finds a house within three months is called

For the first time in my life, I truly know what haste is. Haste as in: it can't be helped. We are looking for a house and preferably within three months.

Because: pregnant. And: two babies. So: stress. We don't fit as a family of four plus cat in our little house in the city, so we have to. With blood urgency, buy a casa outside the Ring and believe me: they are all really not that easy to find. The nice ones are sold within 3.5 hours, the less nice ones turn out to be ruins inside with kitchens from the ‘30s that you might as well demolish. That could be an option, provided there was no haste. One is too small, the other too big. Too thin and long, too many weird bedrooms on the ground floor (you sleep upstairs anyway?), a garden with eight neighbors bordering your lawn, no garden, an immense doghouse while we don't even have a dog yet, too little space for a dog we might want someday... And just when you think everything is right, you go upstairs and discover that there is a tiny bathroom with just a toilet and shower head crammed in. Or that the roof needs to be renewed, and actually all the walls too. Or that there is only room for one nursery. Can't be, because: two. In short: there is always something wrong with each house. And that's not a problem, you know, house hunting can actually be a hobby, quite fun chatting with a realtor on Saturday morning, but not when you're in a hurry. Baby-haste.

It makes us a bit irritable. It also creates quite a bit of unrest, logically: we don't know where we will be living in about four months. And we really have to move in about four months, because after that I will have such a belly that I can't even pack half a bookshelf. Renting then? Such wasted money... Stuffing everything into those square meters in Mokum? Our clothes already don't fit in the closet... No and no. We have to buy something. But you don't just buy some ‘meh-house’ because you have to. You want a dream house for all that money, where you immediately think: Yes! I can see myself sitting here for years with bottles and pacifiers and this is where I would trade Amsterdam for! The stress is high. Not having a dream house to have babies in is anything but convenient. Especially with a belly that grows a little every day.