Exhausted

Max is almost 10 months old now and getting into everything! He has an army crawl going on, only pulling up onto us to stand. Hasn't figured out quite yet how to stand and walk. Summer is upon us and that means hot days and trying to do fun things around naps and lunch. I honestly can't believe he's about to be 1 in August! Summer also means I'll be taking some more days off of work. Its been a long time since I had a day off besides my regular days and June 7th cannot come soon enough. But I will start blogging more soon, we are moving on June 22nd and finally getting internet at home again.

Dream job?

What's your dream job? Why is it your dream job?

I'm passionate about cloth diapers. Yet, I don't want to own a store, though I wouldn't mind working for one. I'm also passionate about people cloth diapering when they just don't have the money to use disposables but really don't have the money for the start up cost and/or the accessibility to be able to wash and dry them.
I think these foundations giving people cloth diapers is amazing and I know that I qualify for free diapers but yet I continue to buy them because I know someone has it worse than me.
Honestly I want to start a sliding scale ( read no cost or low cost) diaper service with modern cloth diapers, no prefolds and covers, to families in need. In order to be able to financially keep the charity side afloat I see the need to make a wash your stash service available to the public.
My problem: I don't know where to start.

2 lbs and arthritis

Max had a weight check today and he gained 2 lbs in two weeks. I'm thrilled!

He's always been a slow gainer and so at his 7 month appointment when he lost 10 ozs we decided to do our best. I'm attributing the amazing gain to being able to just breastfeed on demand for a week and a half, no pumping and no bottles plus he ate about three avocados on top of his love of solids.
Can I mention how I loved not pumping? I despise it so much, would love to buy a new pump but don't really feel like it makes much sense. Also tacked a visit for myself when we took Max in. It's official, I have arthritis in my spine. It has been quite the bother lately and its time I took a more proactive approach.Travelling the internet this evening looking at my passion cloth diapers. Time to either get serious about this blog or let it fall to the wayside... only way to make it happen is to find time, not wait for it to happen.

Dai, what is that?

I consider myself genderqueer. I was on testosterone for about a year and during that time came to accept myself. I never took a high dose since the doctor I was seeing wanted to ease my body into it. I started of with intramuscular injections but never found the guts to give them to myself. I switched to the patch for awhile but found it rather expensive and a pain. I ended up switching to subcutaneous injections which I did on my own until poking myself with a needle became too much, strangely enough its been four years since that experience.
For awhile over a year ago- almost two years ago, I performed as a drag king with the name "Froggy" which was bestowed to me from a fellow king due to my voice reminding her of The Little Rascals.

Two and a half years ago I married the most important woman in my life in Burlington, VT by a drag queen Amber LeMay. New York was still not legalizing same sex marriage and not that we were impatient, we just wanted to start our life together.
We've moved a handful of times, always in the same area in the last three years since we started living together. The longest we've stayed in one spot recently is where we currently live and we have only been there for a year and a half.

Six months ago we became first time parents. We shocked family and friends when we annouced that my wife was not carrying our child, that it was indeed myself. It confused many. They thought but your becoming a male, no longer knew what pronouns to use regarding myself. It was an interesting time.
However, I was lucky to have a relatively easy pregnancy- minus the first three months of intense morning sickness and despite Max being four days late; I had the natural birth I had hoped for.
I said it, natural birth. Not only did I shock everyone with getting pregnant, I also had a midwife and doula even though I did give birth in the hospital. We also cloth diaper and I am breastfeeding. Yet, I still don't identify as female.
I also don't go by mom or any of its variations or dad or any of its variations. Just dai, pronounced like 'day', though sometimes we do call me daidai.

I plan on writing about whatever I feel is important though do realize more often than not it probably will be about being a parent.