It appears as though this is the week that I will be relentless and start to give up some of my baby stuff. I have just answered an ad to a women who is due in September and wants Care Bear nursery items. Yes, I have been wanting to sell these things, but I didn't know just how much it would hurt to open up those boxes.

To know that I wasn't able to have my dream nursery and now to possibly enable that chance for someone else just *plain* hurts*. It takes me back to the amount of time that I spent online trying to find these things and then the juggling that I had to do to get them to my house. The real kicker was getting home from the hospital after delivering Quinn to find them sitting in the post office.

Memory is such a sneaky and mean son of a bitch.