One of the reasons I convinced myself I couldn't homebirth my first baby was because we lived in a small apartment and I thought everyone would hear and I wouldn't be able to relax. I ended up staying at home till I felt like pushing so I spent the whole night labouring in the that small apartment and making a heck of a lot of noise I remember having my head mashed against the cool, open window at about 2am, groaning away in the shower and thinking "I guess the neighbours must be able to hear that". But I didn't care and no one ever said anything.