I have no doubt it was simply an oversight on the part of management as I know the team to be run by good, caring people. But would such an oversight have happened if one of us had given birth? Not a chance.

No, we didn’t bring our kids home from the hospital all wrapped up in receiving blankets Grandma knitted. But if you think we were any less thrilled / terrified / exhausted / hopeful / grateful than any other new parents, you’re mistaken. No, neither of us walked around with a big belly for nine months (shut up, you know what I mean) signaling our impending arrival. But if you don’t think we wanted to scream it from every rooftop and hug every person we met as soon as we found out that we got to adopt these two amazing kids, you’re mistaken. No, we can’t bring our kids to the office for you to pass around and hold on your laps and shake your keys at. Okay, wait, we can totally do that. But as they are 8 and 13 it’s going to be wicked awkward for all of us. And if you think this doesn’t feel like a punch in the gut, like our kids don’t count, like our family isn’t as important as others, like this momentous occasion that has changed our lives and our hearts immeasurably isn’t worth celebrating just because we didn’t give birth to our kids, well, you are nothing short of wrong.

For more funny, powerful stuff from a new mom (and a truly gifted writer/performer/comic), check out Morgan’s blog.