I packed mostly dresses and tights. These were the only things that were stretchy enough to accomodate my postpartum baby fat and nursing my 9 month old son. I'm certain I looked pregnant to people. I didn't care. I tried to look pretty. Feel pretty.
All I wanted was more sleep and for my mom to get better. But I didn't get either.
I also packed a black dress, again, just in case this time was going to be it. And it was.