I start off this story with a little background: My friends at work used to frequently ask me questions about the fertility process and now the adoption process. They know how hard our journey towards parenthood has been and are excited that we'll hopefully have a baby soon. They have even started to talk about a babyshower. Keep this in mind as you read the rest of the story.
Yesterday, my friend Amada brought to work a Rosca, a oval shaped sweet bread, in celebration of Three Kings Day. The best part of the Rosca is that they bake little baby Jesuses into it. The people who find a baby Jesus get to help plan some sort of celebration that takes place in February (I'm not entirely sure on the details). Regardless of our lack of knowledge about this tradition, it was clear that we all wanted to get a baby Jesus. In our first round of cake cutting and eating, only one person got a baby Jesus (it was not me). However, later that afternoon, I got a second try and I did find a baby Jesus. A couple minutes later, my friend Molly walked up to me as she was about to leave and without thinking about how it sounded, I said, "I got a baby". The look on her face was priceless. Her eyes bugged out of her head and her jaw dropped. It took me a split section to figure out why she was so shocked. I grabbed her shoulders and explained that I wasn't talking about the adoption, but the Rosca. We both laughed.
It's moments like these that bring a lightheartedness to my journey through the adoption process. Thanks Molly for the laugh.
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