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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.