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The baby will be here next week, if the doctors are correct.  Nine months seems like a long time, but it really flew by.  At least it did for me, I didn’t have to carry a child or deal with all the changes to my body.  Well, I’m no stranger to dealing with body changes.  And having to deal with my sister’s mood swings was almost as bad as having them myself.  She is essentially living at my place full time these days, and I have told her that I can’t be a babysitter to a newborn. She is going to need to spend more time at home with moms.

My older sister came for Christmas and hasn’t left.  She kept saying she was going to go home for a while and then come back to be around for the birth, but she hasn’t left yet and probably won’t.  It must be nice to have a job that doesn’t demand that she keeps a tight schedule.  She sleeps at my place some nights and with moms some nights and just seems to be enjoying a long vacation.  Her wife went back to Miami after Christmas because she actually needed to go to work.

Even though she is staying to help during and after the birth, my sisters are not getting along at all right now.  My little sister has become impossible to get along with.  She’s usually in a strange mood which is a combination of sad and angry, and whenever she seems to get out of that, she just starts being mean and insulting to everyone.  She is not pleasant to be around, and we are all really hoping that after the child is born she will go back to normal.

Having my older sister around is nice, and it makes me wish we lived closer.  We’ve spent a lot of quality time together and I know I will miss her when she goes back to Florida.  I’d like to convince Guy to move away with me at some point.  Not necessarily Florida, but just away.  I think my sister’s life improved dramatically when she got some distance between herself and Boston.  Not that my family is all that demanding.  My moms have always let us have our own life, But the freedom that comes from independence seems very nice.

Things have gotten somewhat weird at my moms’ house and I’m glad I don’t live there.  They have a woman living with them who they call their "personal assistant."  She is some type of live-in housekeeper, but I strongly suspect there is a sexual aspect to the relationship as well.  Every time I want to get judgmental about their lifestyle, I remind myself that they have always supported me and my transition, and many transpeople aren’t that lucky with their parents.

I’ve been reluctant to do it, but I’m posting a photo.  This was taken in the fall during a hike in Vermont.  I’m on the left, Guy is in the back, next to me is my friend Kayla and her boyfriend.  Not a full body shot, but it’s the closest I’m comfortable posting right now.