sorrys!

So, don't make promises to keep your blog updated the day before you return to work. Not. Gonna. Happen.

Grandma H. has found this for Ola's big Christmas present. Lucky girl, no?

Also, as a stylist, I need to comment: What is going on with that poor baby's toes?

From magiccabin.com.

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This isn't all about pregnancy. We're doing real-time too.

Let's talk fashion for a second.

Boob fashion. Fashionable nursingwear. It doesn't exist.

So this genius of a lady, Maryam, started a blog called Milk-Friendly. If nursing-friendly clothes are available at Free People, Forever 21, Anthropologie, ASOS she finds them. It's helped me immensely since I spent my first week postpartum desperately stretching or cutting off the necks of all of my t-shirts.

When I decided I could use some help finding a bridesmaid's dress for my girl, Katie's, wedding I asked Maryam if she had any ideas for me.

And (yay!!!) she put together a whole post.

Check it.

Thanks, Maryam! I think I'm going with the first one.

So I haven't posted in FOREVER.

I was busy making one of these:

Her name is Ola Mae and I found out she was on her way one year ago today.

We'd only been trying for two months, and I already knew that I was pregnant before I took the test. I could feel stuff going on in there. Weird cramps, pinches. Stuff that I had never experienced before.

I was standing in the most disgusting venue in all of Chicago, Ronny's, watching my friend's band, Blood Feathers, play and I felt it and I knew. Ola's first show. Over the next two weeks she attended her dad's show, Pavement, Bonnie "Prince" Billy, and on the day I found out I was pregnant she was on stage in my belly while I played with my band. I remember when we were loading our equipment on to the stage I asked my bandmate to lift my rig for me and he was all "Yeah, I kind of thought you shouldn't lift it." Because everybody thought I was pregs before I even was. Mama likes her beer and I hadn't had a drink since we started trying.

From the moment I looked at that stick with the two lines on it I was terrified. I wasn't scared of being a parent or pregnancy or even giving birth, just scared it would get erased somehow. So I didn't tell my family or most of my friends for fourteen weeks. I suck at keeping my own secrets. I really don't know how I did it.

I was too superstitious to document any of it then, so congratulations, Morningnoonannight, you're now a Mommy blog.