Three weeks ago, I was riding my bike home from work thinking “I should really start a blog so I have something fun to do during my otherwise mind numbing days in the cubicle. So I can share recipes and tips on how not to spend lots of money so people can enjoy life more and work less. And connect with other people so I can rant about all the annoying and ridiculous things in this world to someone who might understand! Hmmm what would the name of the blog be?”
The first thing that popped into my head was Frugal Vegan Mom. Obvious reasons for the first two words, but….why did I tack “mom” onto the end? Because I plan to be one…..someday? Because we are not really trying but not really being careful either, and not expecting to get pregnant soon due to my random 45 – 55 day cycle?
That train of thought reminded me, I was about due to take a pregnancy test, like I’ve done about every 45 days for the past 1.5 years when my period may or may not come, mainly so I can drink as much as I want with a clear conscience.
So I got home with a full bladder. Grabbed the test out of the multipack. Peed on it without any anticipation….and then the faint second line appeared.
We confirmed it about an hour later at the urgent care, I’m knocked up and now the name of my blog is valid.