Living in a one bedroom home with my baby, my boyfriend, 3 dogs, and my boyfriend's little brother. All because we had to take him in because their mother is a drug addict.. Little brother started staying with us one week before i have birth.. Im glad we can be supportive for him but i can't handle it much longer. I feel myself slipping into PPD because of all the stress. I can't even pump or nurse without being confined to my bedroom because there is no space for anyone in this house. I love my little man more than anything, and i knew being a mother wouldn't be easy, but this is a whole nother level. How do i not just freak out on their mother for putting me in such a place..