Packing is stressful. I keep rethinking the things I'm going to take to Boston. I feel like I have to try everything on, because I know my sisters are going to be there. I don't feel like anything's quite good enough to wear while I face them down. I know Adrienne's going to be a real bitch, too. I really wish I was done being pregnant, so I could wear my old clothes again and have Faith to distract me while I go back east.