Last Friday I hit 28 weeks. I don't fit in anything. I am refusing to buy more maternity clothes. This leaves me wearing Trask's shirts, but at least I have cute shoes. Or at least I'm told they are cute, because honestly I can't see them all that well. I'm going to paint my toes today while I can still kind of reach them. I would go get a pedicure, but that means I'd have to shave my legs, and that sounds like a lot of work.