I have decided I must be missing some sort of "sentimentality" gene. I have no problem getting rid of my kids stuff. I just put Cameron's whole baby crib bedding out in the garage to sale, and I looked at it and I thought, my how that reminds me of when she was little, and then I put a price on in and walked away. If I save it, I'll just get rid of it when it's 20 years old and nobody will want it, so why not? Why don't I want to save it? I also think somethings wrong with me in the sense that I have never held a baby and had baby fever. I just don't. In fact, I have the opposite. I almost get anxiety thinking that it may be me that has to take care of one. I love my kids more than anything, but I just don't wish to go back down that road.
Matt always says I have a soft heart with a hard ass shell. I think he may be right.
I'm so with you on the lack of baby fever (that's funny we talked about this last night and I hadn't even read this post yet). I get way more excited when I see a puppy. :)
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