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Christa Wiscombe

A Happy Oops

Now you must be thinking, a happy oops. What would be a happy oops? Oh, I’ll tell you

all about that little happy oops but first, we must go back two summers ago. Summers have got

to be my favorite season. The warm breezes, the sunshine, birds chirping. As a young child, this

was always my favorite time of year. Not just because of the weather, but it’s also my birthday

in July. Looking back at my birthdays I remember being able to take advantage of the nice

weather. Thanks to my mom they were well themed and very entertaining. If I was going to be

a mother, I would want to do the same for my child. In my head two summers ago, I thought

that the day of being a mother wouldn’t come until maybe my later 20’s or even in my 30’s.

My now husband Jon and I were living in Salt Lake City Utah at the time. It’s a city that

seems to always have events and concerts. Ever since Jon and I have been together we have

always gone to concerts. Bands that we enjoy are indie rock bands. My favorite place to go see

shows in Salt Lake is Urban Lounge At Urban Lounge they have alcoholic drinks so it’s a 21 plus

venue. But two summers ago, drinks were definitely not on my mind. I don’t know if you have

caught on by now but I'm leading up to the part where I tell you about how I was surprised

about being pregnant.

At the time, Jon and I were together for 5 years. Jon proposed to me a year before our

surprise. When he proposed, we decided to have a two-year engagement. At the time, this felt

like forever but I'm glad we had that two years because we had an oops in the meantime. When

I first found out I was pregnant I was the one thinking “oh it’s not a big deal, I'm late oh well”.
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Jon was very concerned and demanded we do a pregnancy test so he could see if he was going

to be a dad. Once we picked up a pack of 3 pregnancy tests, I was procrastinating to take one. It

wasn’t because of having the baby part but I was more concerned for Jon. He's the type that if

he saw my blood drawn, he would probably pass out. After about 4 Gatorades, I finally went to

the bathroom to pee on that small pee stick. By the way, those things are too small, and you

end up peeing on your hand. Just a heads up for anyone they may need to use one. Once I read

the instructions repeatedly, I finally sat down and peed. When done, I pulled the pee stick up

and looked at it and BAM, surprise you have an oops coming. It was a positive test; I was so

shocked I had to pee on another one. The second pregnancy test came back positive too. All I'm

thinking is oh no I must tell Jon.

After finding out some big news like that you have a hard time keeping it in. I thought I

should probably tell him in person so it could be this nice moment for us. Well, that didn’t

happen I was so freaked out I called him while he was at work. I told him “Well, you were right.

You are going to be a dad”. His response was, “Alright, we will make this work.” Oh ok, we will

make this work. I'm the one that must carry and birth the child, but it's ok he will make it work,

men.

Morning sickness, what a joy. Now when you think morning sickness you think, oh it's

just in the morning. Wrong. Morning sickness is when you are sick all the time, foods and other

things tend to make you feel worse along the way. The two things that made me want to die

were coffee and brushing my teeth. I don’t know why in the hell those two things made me feel

terrible. By far the worst place I felt sick was when I went to see my now husband and his band

play a show at Urban Lounge. This was probably at the peak of my morning sickness when I
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suddenly ran to the bathroom during the show to throw up. I didn’t even have time to shut the

bathroom stall door closed. Horrible right? Good thing my sister was there to help me. Her

name is Alexis and her and her family lives in Canada. I’m glad she came to the show with me.

Now back to me being sick, this is a fun story, right? Maybe for you but not for me. At

this point of me throwing up in the bathroom, I had to be honest with her and tell her what’s

going on. Jon and I haven’t told anyone yet because it’s always best to wait to tell people just in

case of a miscarriage. When telling my sister the big news she took it in a very surprising way. I

made the random decision to tell her while she was still visiting in town. The moment I get the

encouragement to tell her she was about to take a second bite into her windy sandwich. With

her mouth full of windy food, I told her the big news “How do you feel about being an aunt?” I

then showed her the pregnancy tests. She began to cry with windy food still in her mouth. I'm

not the best with timing.