Hauling our stuff all over Europe for a month before settling in London meant packing as lightly as possible, which meant I couldn’t really afford to bring things I was going to grow out of in a flash (when we got to Paris, we just took a taxi to our apartment, because the idea of hauling all of our stuff through the metro was just so far from feasible).
I can’t lie – one of the things I’m most excited about when I get back to North Carolina is getting out those jeans. I debated packing them, but since I wasn’t pregnant yet when we left the East Coast, I was worried I’d end up hauling them all over the world for eight months and come home all of six weeks pregnant. I’m only regretting this on a daily basis. My most worn pants right now are the black Rockstar maternity jeggings.