Way back last June, my neighbor Ellen decided to have a garage sale. It wasn't an easy decision for her. She was taking that difficult step that mothers eventually have to take: to get rid of all the baby stuff. Countless hours of prep work went into her mammoth sale and for three days we watched the precious objects of her baby years walk down the driveway in strangers' hands. She shared all her memories of when Anne-Marie and Erik were babies, brought back to her by every item she picked up. We laughed, we cried and we got rid of a lot of stuff. And a couple of weeks later we both giggled with amazement when she revealed she was going to need all that stuff back. She was expecting again.